the naming of things

i've got this awful feeling in my chest
like the world just ended when i was about to take a breath or
blink away the tears. the chills up my spine remind me of the night you stuck your fist through the window and the cold air rushed in searching for warm corners of the room.
i can remember the scars on your knuckles much more than i can remember your face.
you only come here when you are hurt or sad, i hope you never come here again. kept our feet tucked under each other and read our fortunes, the scratches on our palms and the bottom of coffee cups. the stories of shadows on bedroom floors and hearts dug out of chests. the blood on his hands when he looked out the window. pulse stuttering out of his skin with her hand fisted in his collar.god, you make me believe in god. if i turn around right now your eyes will be dark like when you just wake up, and your fingers cold like they always are.
i know you'll try to touch me and i just can't hold it in anymore.i've got this awful feeling in my chest and all i can think to do is press my fingers into the grooves between your ribs.

dream to remember, sleep to forget.
the way you make make heart beat like machine gun fire
i've got the death toll written all over my face. i dream, and trees grow in the streets, bird sing. i sleep, and your edges start to blur and fade.

take a breath, blink away the tears.

"i solemnly swear i am up to no good"