love you like last nights sex loves to leave a bloody masterpiece on my back but no signature to identify the artist by

love you like yesterday’s bed sheets love to remember the scent of all the names stitched into my veins but seem to forget how the room smelled each time after the people to whom those names belonged ripped themselves out of me stitch by stitch

love you like 3 am loves to bring back all the memories of how it felt to dive into the wells of your collarbones, like 8 am loves to promise that 3 am will never happen again, like 11 am loves to pretend 3 am never happened to begin with, like 6 pm loves to become the new memories for 3 am to obsess over, like 12 am loves to end it all with a final sharp kiss but this time it isn’t your fingers that are making me bleed

love you like battlefields love you like war mines love you like a million bullets in the chest but love you like it doesn’t hurt at all

love you like the doll that’s been missing an arm since the third grade but that i just can’t throw away

love you like the shattered mirror in the bathroom that i’ve been meaning to clean up but just can’t bring myself to because when i look inside the fragments i see so much of the yesterday that i will always carry on into the tomorrow

love you like man overboard love you like he jumped over ship love you like i think i understand why

love you like i wish i fucking didn’t

love you like i know you fucking don’t