you like me better when im sad, she said.

when i am nothing but broken bones. when that black bird sits on my chest and screams and screams. i am easier to love when my nights are long and my words scratch deep inside some hidden part of your chest. when my honesty leaks between my fingers, because there is nothing like a breaking heart. there is nothing like a broken girl. nothing like somebody you want to stitch back together, cover over then forget. 
you like me better when my insides are black tar,
and they spill, they spill, they spill.
 


NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY