burnt.
all teeth and talk and
hiding in the dark.
That's my speciality
men with strong bodies
and fragile hearts,
and if you hold them too tightly
they will crumble beneath you
like an avalanche that's waiting
Still, he looks at me like all the things
beautiful and burning
and we love each other recklessly
with hearts so empty
our names echo against
vandalized walls that say,
"There was someone here before me,
listen closely and you'll hear their name."
He has matches for hands,
and I, a paper heart,
Gasoline will drip
from our mouths
and we will call that holy,
We will burn at the stake
and pollute the sky with
smoke and selfishness,
And we will say it was
in the name of crooked love
We will burn our own bodies
to the ground and we will
call that sacrifice
We will tear ourselves open
like there's something left inside
Nobody ever taught us how to love.
- i.r. glico
00:01 a day before February 27th, '17
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