I listened to you laugh, and it cracked my bones;
I heard you smile, and I cracked my own.
I've been living in a paradox where everything is you; every whisper, every mumble, every tossed out goodbye.
I've been living in a world where everything's a lie, and honestly, all I want to do is die.

Stars pulled from their suspends,
I watched the night bleed onto me.

The moon is just as dangerous to your
naked body,
as it still is to my naked heart;
a misfit artist perched softly in starlight,
reeling in hearts with faulty chambers.

Two aortas and the taste of your neck.

Two empty bottles of red wine
and the dark smothering something
I was never taught could shine.