i'm the best! see i carved that phase into the space between my ribs, you said it was right, but funhouse mirrors // just two steps left of normalcy || i'm teetering on—

GODHOOD!! can't you tell? made that ache in my bones a universe of headaches and some unnamed grief i can't touch can you—put my skin back together? put my broken parts back together? see i'm an AFTER PARTY! the end-all // be-all— we are— two liars in one room. we whisper to each other like long lost lovers, your peach eyes that off-gold i have known from a  dream, two liars in one room—you say i love you and i say it back— this is us! we are black roses  and orange dreams.

two liars, one room, you say i love you // i don't believe you. how pitiful. how tragic. I AM A GOD, ancient / new, carved into the empty — space where some thing used to be but— not anymore. not anymore. were you there, on that heartspoilt space? a pedestal; i wanted to burn it down; i slit your throat on a calm tuesday morning but— i bled out. two liars in one room, you i say i hate you // you believe it— ah// the mirror is crashing backwards how tragic—

the sun isn't made for us. the sun is us. we were made for GODHOOD we are mere mortals and how tragic—for the sky to burn like that!! how sinful!! my pride will eat my resolve away [gold and black eyes shroud the silver of the heavens, beg, darling] and you will fall like all the others but — this is a self-fulfillIng prophecy and i will swallow 1000 needles because // nu, i think i mixed that up, not the brightest crayon in the shed, you know? //  'anyway— '

"what?"

"what?"

and then 

there is 

nothing at all.

except, 

two liars 

in one room.

i say

i love you

and you

believe me.