the water has frozen over
my heart pumps the sound of apathy
yet, I couldn’t care less.
i walked out into the cold
just to feel something
that wasn’t you.
Painting my lips pink and curling my hair
is my remaining desire.
I’d rather have sharp nails than a boy with soft lips.
But who needs nails when my tongue does the trick?
I don’t care for boys games anymore.
One choked me, but I didn’t feel it.
One yelled at me, but I didn’t hear it.
I’m at a bottom of a pool
surrounded by muffled sounds
and swirls of ink
dare i touch the pills or simply sleep?
One problem is traded for another,
but maybe I found love in numbness.