hello new york.

my paper bones are tearing under my freckled skin. i am so weak without you here to protect me, i am breaking, in a slow and painful way.

shattering hearts and cracked hourglasses. filling my limbs with sand, weighing me down with the guilt and regret of the past. 'oh such lovely lips,' you had muttered, and i had reached out to you, and you fell away like dust.