Testo Insincerity As An Art Form Further Seems Forever
don't seem so bright these
angels in my head are
in between the shadow and
the light. were my arms too
short to ransom you from
broken skin and black and
blue unstitch your eyes so
you could read this
forever and breathe this forever. dead and broken
and i'm backwards turned
to love my heart in a box
i'd send to you for a sky
held up by stars. it's
been a long time since i
felt the rain upon my head
your varying degrees of
grayness tugging the
deepest of heartstrings.
