i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
awake at two
with nothing to do
blue without you
i’ve been drinking
while you’ve been thinking
about how to leave without leaving scars
we feel nothing properly inebriated
staring dispassionately at the exit wound
where a heart used to beat
risking a heart
is only the start
the hardest part
like waking after surgery
—P.L. Thomas
