want to fix you
or fuck you
I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved
I waited patiently at the edge of feeling
and my friends were so tired of hearing
about the fire lit by your imaginary fingers.
I must be exhausting to love
because when days fade to months
I wake up wishing I didn’t know you.
Now my hips are bruised. Now my lips are blue
from holding my breath for so long.