i’m afraid You’ll end up seeing me the way i see myself

One by one, her words vanished until there were none le–

my mouth lives as a rusted gate, aged from words sheltered within for so long.
closed for so long you’d think it’s a casket, earthworms and atomic bombs lay dormant, bones of all the “i wish i would’s and could’s” claws on its metal hinges. 

such a buried, haunted thing.

begging to be let out, explored, consumed. i want to breathe you, but these pearly whites won’t concede. their manifesto was scribed by martyrs and anarchists who burned bridges — burned hopes of ever finding something worthy of destruction. 

Girly’s with pretty pretty eyes and clean skin ooze hearty laughs, 
and my cheeks outstretch themselves in 
an attempt to remain open 

long enough for something–