awe inspired and forgotten

your amber hair spiders around my splintered memories
and the day you dyed it black and told me i was broken
i knew it was true but i had no idea how you could tell

your photograph inspired me to walk until i had forgotten

you pushed a needle into my fingertip and told me
it was how i made you feel
like forming fists around shattered glass and pin cushions
like swallowing gravel and bones

i could never forget and i wish you would leave me alone

you could only be happy if i cut your thighs with razorblades
if i would bite you until you bled and drink syrup from your veins
you were more broken than me but i was too blind to see it

there is one more thing to tell you but the words have no meaning now