escapril

extinction: kill your darlings

melancholy admirer
muted lover
i could carry you daffodils
in the crook of my arm
i could spill all my secrets and
tear out my hair
when you don't answer me it hurts
like swallowing needles or
stepping on gravel in your bare feet
so why do i dig out my organs to accommodate you
and your waterlogged breath and your
fluttering chest and
the sleepiness the sleepiness
that sits sluggish on eyelids

what is it they say?
kill your darlings?
unfortunately, you are the most darling of all