I will dye my beloved brown hair blonde for you
Stand at the mirror -
I pour down the peroxide.
Knives grate my eyes and yet
they've never felt this alive
With my wild smile and
yellow hair. No longer a cub,
but a Lioness.

I will slit my wrists in the bath for you
In any case
these full veins will only take up space.
Fumes of pink against the ceramic varnish
I smile at the sight of your blood leaving me
and this bath has never felt so like home.

Sometimes I think I'm just an    
annoyance to other people
Sometimes I think I should just
Stop talking and stay away

I am not enough-
and yet, I am more than enough

if I don't know half of you
and you don't know half of me
then how the hell can we be half a heart
without each other?

"do i ever even cross your mind?"

"you've never left."

and that's *okay