Keep talking about it until you scream.

Falling in reverse. Shallow waters and you still manage to drown. Trying means nothing if you sweat out the apologies first. It’s all coming together like the sunset meeting the treetops that we watched rise for our town.

You chose to forget like how a raindrop forgets where to land- it just strikes over any surface until the others follow. There’s nothing special about it, so just keep forgetting and I’ll keep forgiving. And jealousy is a cousin to envy, and I still wonder if that’s your favorite sin.

Calm your fever. Break your teeth on ice if you have to. Wonder if the things I write are about you. Twisting knives and cutting the corners of your heart. You know this is how I gossip about the things I can’t actually say.

But you’ve got more grit than that- I’ve seen how fast your knuckles bruise. Watched you sharpen your teeth and lick your lips for the hunt. I think your jagged edges sting differently and I love you for that. I mean it. I swear. It’s just bandaging old wounds that make me look so well.

Keep saying it’s all in your head. It’s all in your head. It’s all in your head. Keep practicing the way you heal until you perfect it. Let it make sense until you understand the tone of your own voice. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Keep talking about it until you scream. AMT