Torn Sylvia Plath Poster// Sprained Ankle

Hung aloft
On our side of the wall
Intruders were not allowed:
If it was you and me under the sheets.

We spilt too much blood
But, we kept plunging each other’s wounds
It’s okay
I’ve done a lot to make you hate me
But, in another life we made it alright

3 AM
Is where my sense of clarity falls away
My vision becomes bleak
Someone asked me, “ What happened to the boy you were dating?”
Miss, I don’t know
But, I think I just walked away
My bones weigh too heavy when I hear any of those words
There’s no point in bringing you back to life
But, I do it anyway

So the girl you cheated on me with
I grabbed her by the throat the other night
I couldn’t help it
It was going to be so quick
I just needed to prove a point
I needed to heal
Just a f*****g little
For the little girl crying on Guilden Street
Crying for her love that never came back home

And I’d do it all over again
Just to prove a point
And I swear
In another life
We would’ve made it alright