These are the heart-shaped scars my lovers leave.
Violation burning bright against haunted skin. 
Toxicity levels nearing Chernobyl in my heart.
Excuse me sir, but the reactor might have a meltdown. 
I wear a pretty pale noose around my neck.
Dark imagery is so. totally. in. this year. 
With lips stained dark red, eyes drawn in Burton gray. 
I'll wait in my corsets for you to love me and never stay. 
He always remembers things that I've asked him.
The stories I always wanted to write, but never could.
He always forgets me, but never, ever does. 
Wring my neck, or place a ring on my finger, the same. 
Am I your souvenir? TAXIDERMY DEPRESSION.
Is the label sewn into my stuttering heart.
I am so terrified of everyone, and the way they move. 
One day, I'll be bled and left for dead in your bed. 
I'll wear a noose made of the roses you've brought.
From a pale blue to a paler gray, irises change.
All of my stains just seem to stay the same.
I'll break my bones in a graveyard so your job is easier.
Please bury me next to my infant great-aunt, sudden death.
Shallow, pallid skin, and deep-set maroon eye sockets.
Tell everyone I died from suicide, though it was heartbreak.

AND I WILL BE FREE OF THIS CIRCUS.