I assure you there are moments he puts nails to me. To answer your question, no—I do not sing. God put tongues in my hands to chew in case madness is some form of speaking.

..And you tried to change didn’t you?
Closed your mouth more,
Tried to be softer,
Prettier.
Less volatile, less awake.
But even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams.
So what did you want to do, love, split his head open? You can’t make homes out of human beings.
Someone should have already told you that.
And if he wants to leave
Then let him leave.
You are terrifying,
And strange and beautiful.
Something not everyone knows how to love.

bedbones:

i like roller-coasters & i want to be one
i want to ride on roller-coasters with you & be one
& be in your arms even when you are sleeping
so dream me &
i am sorry about the phone calls & how i can’t ever stay away from anything 
that has your brown eyes brown eyes (i)
like that 
& i like the way you smile & say my name at the same
time & when i see you i am going to say your name
& i will be smiling & i like your bedsheets but they don’t belong to me
& ‘yet’ is a word that hurts my feelings
do you often hurt feelings please say no because i know
you like my hair but i am good at crying &
okay 
i am clingy 
but i will love you & when you don’t want me to love you anymore 
even then 
& tell you stories about butterflies 
or christmas lights & this is where i love you inside one of these stories &
i like the way you move along the pages
do you like the word ‘and’
because there are so many more things
that i want 
to tell you