Untitled

flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:

i wonder what would happen
if i wrote my name upon
the smooth muscle tissue
of your heart
as though it were
another leaf of paper
for me to claim as my own.

would it stay?
or would it become
warped by the constancy
of its beating?

no, most likely
i would cause your demise,
puncturing the fabric
of that chamber that holds
the source of your life.

it’s nearly impossible
to write upon a moist surface
without destroying it.
and your heart will always
be soaked in blood,
never to be claimed.

unbearablysharp:

In the days between
meeting you &
              knowing you

I built you up
                     too big,

realised
those high altitudes have
thin air
                 &

                         little oxygen.