Staring at the sky

Nobody's going to bother with my strings
because i stutter like a half shattered instrument
out of tune
and ultimately missing an a string,
So loud,
so agonizing;
I ripped the string away
so many moon's ago.
Make me better,
make this better,
make my life lipstick and print
makers mark
whiskey bitter-
my bass sounds like something empty.
I'm haunted by destructive melodies
wreaking havoc on my heartstrings
and well,
someone said i shake like a bad vibrato in wake of you're bad memory,
and i have to say i felt sick.
Shhh
baby just
shudder,
blink and
die.
please god just know
i would give my soul to know
the precious sound
of you're ragged breathe
in my dreams..
It's music
fucking christ.
i believe in no God
other than the beating;
the agony that screams at me to run
running-
so far away
because I'm missing
my face
and my identity
and my Facebook page.
i can't explain how deeply
I wanted to disappear;
It's been three years
and you cut ties
like a misplaced sunset;
like a promise of something new
something the birds never could
sing.
The poets never wrote.
The artists never noticed.
I'm tying ropes-
knots in the inbetween
the non-existent,
I'm stapling images of you into my skull
and the sun is rising;
the sun is forgetting
that today started
before i was ready