wounds

i’ll put on deafheaven
and dance around the room
screaming that i love you 
to God and the goldenrod moon
pizzicato heartbeat strings
pitched to tonic violence 
my eardrums break and whine
as the anesthetic kicks in

my arms are bleeding love
my arms are bleeding love

pawns on the chessboard
you wear a trench coat on the green
and i’m still screaming that i love you
even though i’m dying soon
twenty years from now i’ll send
a postcard with your name
and thirty years from now
you’ll decide to do the same

my arms are bleeding love
my arms are bleeding love

“canary yellow” thunders in the background
of my humdrum living room carousel
as i spin myself sick and dizzy
and whirl in place on the floor
i don’t have a heart anymore 
just a weary string quartet 
playing the same song over and over
thinking it’ll be different this time

my eyes are bleeding love
my eyes are bleeding love
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