the heart is just an organ

5

i've spent my life on autopilot / because i'm too scared to be myself for once.

six months i spent in this fog once you were gone,

lost in a flurry of fetanyl and flashes of your touch - / i dreamed of you for a year, while i was in 

detox, baptized myself into fire, wiping the sin of you clean.

you linger in my mind like the smell of sage.

the girl who speaks with pigeons

told me you cursed me with it during the springtime - funny that you had to turn to witchcraft to 

cast me / out.