i used to tell them i loved you / and that this was/ why my heart got pulled apart./ and that this was/ why the memories made me / want
to peel off my skin / bit by bit by bit /
and that love was the reason / for me to crave breaking my bones / cracking my rib cage open / one by one by one by one /
to let out this raging fire inside me / this pain that was burning me / alive /
now that you were gone.

but i am no longer speaking of you because /
i have come to think /

love lives much better in oblivion.