I bite my tongue and I do not speak for days,
my body suffers from the lack of touch until I reach for my skin to feel something.
like when they say I'm falling off the edge
I’m not the leg slipping or the body falling
I’m the cliff.
some days I tend to my wounds and other days I wish to be anything but a bandage.
It’s been 8 years since I last found somebody worth ruining myself for that didn't seek to actually ruin me,
I'm a collection of miserable stories
and my...