you love her because she’s dead

despising every breath you take,

your heart is a untameable beast.

it shows.

the way you keep strumming notes —

buzzing,

muting,

reverbing, 

doing anything but play the right note to be truthful, to be honest.

and as you learn from tears,

that lessons wont change for the better,

they make you fake, numb.

tune it before its too late, the choice is between your bloody, calloused and fractured fingers 

they used to be so delicate, what happened to you?