That Is A Lovely Thing To Say

Right up against my throat, believe me,

Lines are chalked and veins are seething,

Burst..

BURST!

I’m telling you now,

I don’t know where,

I don’t know how.

Fucked too hard,

Barbed-wire heart,

Oh god, dear.

Don’t even start.

Or I will bite off all your pride,

I’ll crush you in,

I’ll break your stride.

You’ll run and run,

But soon you’ll find,

There is nowhere left to hide.

Because I am sick of breaking, bending.

Breaking my own heart and mending.

All to push restart- unending,

I’m breaking down from brittle bending

Love me now

I beg you, please

Overcome with such unease,

I have cut off all my sleeves.

But you cut deeper into me,

You teased,

My lovely damned the rest of me.