Archive for April, 2013

hey ho

April 3, 2013 2 comments

You know we died together that day, in the park, near the playground, and the wind keeps howling your name as I lie silent and weak on this steep floor. They keep lingering, my thoughts, keep touching the broken glass with their whispers and I miss you and my wounds don’t even hurt anymore, but I would do anything and I would cut out my soul and tear through my skin with manly, rusty tools if that would bring you back, babe, only to hurt you again and again and again.