kyrie kyrie kyrie

my name is unwhole
my name is heartbreak
my name is something close to rocks on your windshield
it's clear the crash wasn't your fault

hey! do you remember when you cracked the glass?
your hand hit and kept going
your hand hit (an open wound)

emphasis
em-pha-sis
how does your garden grow?
with lies and false enthusiasm and intonation

my stomach churns when i see you
my eyes burn when i see you
my fists curl when i need you

feels like i gave you my spine mr. unwhole and mrs. unholy
empty empty bottles
empty pretty words
give me more more more
i can smell you everywhere i go
i can taste you when i close my eyes
if you asked, the answer would probably be yes


don't you dare ask