Tell me all the words

stuck between the gaps of your fingers

and why why why

why on earth it is so hard to believe

people when they whisper ‘you’re so beautiful it’s deadly’

in your china-cup ear at the hours of the morning

where only bad or life-changing things are born

inside of.



wash your palms of those secrets

rest them inside my rib-cage

instead.

(you’re far too young to

carry so much weight.)

tell me what it is you want to hear and

i’ll scream it at dawn over over over again

until it cuts through my throat

and you smile.



i’d like to put out one of my reds

right below your collar-bone

one day

because

i met a girl once that said

she thought cigarette burns were beautiful,

(beauty should be bundled together in inexplicable, simple, punctuating ways)

and the way she laughed that night made

every word she’ll ever say

true.



will you please think of me

when your veins feel heavy

and clotted with the sort of thoughts

that swallow you whole

through the loneliest week of the year.

i promise i’ll know

the nights when we’re both

looking up into the sky

at the same star and

i’ll sing you love songs french songs smiths songs

even if you’re too far from my voice

to even know i did.



don’t let her punch holes through your heart not even

when she tells you she loves you and

especially not

willingly.

promise me promise me promise me please

(i know you know who ‘her’ is even if

i never will.)







you’re so beautiful it’s deadly.

i love everything about you.