It drips from my fingertips
From my lips, from my eyes
From the gemstone she gave me
Dangling round my neck.

I gaze at her,
Spilling all over the floor
Staining the carpets
With my dilapidated love

Floating
A million miles up above
Holding hands with the sun
He stumbles and I fall
And we bump a little too hard

Tumbling
Half a million to go
And the sunlight is suffocating
He’s filling my lungs with panic
Its tightening my chest

Stare at me out car windows
And whisper unpleasantries
I’ll keep dancing in the street
With hair aglow and eyes alight.
Call me madwoman if you like,
But at least I’m still able to dance.

I am wavering.
My bones are not as strong as before
And my blood has run cold
And my skin is cracking with every move
And my hair has lost its luster
And my joints creak and moan,
And my heart keeps missing beats.
But they replace my bones
And wrap me in a thick blanket
And tape me back together
And brush my hair
And oil my joints
And fix my chest’s metronome.
They are keeping me together.

The walls are tilting inwards
The floor is falling out
I am spinning just barely too fast,
Nothing to hold on to,
Nothing to catch me,
I want to close my eyes.

It’s 4am and neither of us has slept
But your dimples are winking at me
We twirl slowly in the kitchen
Chests pressed impossibly close.

The sunlight is warm.
It presses the gentlest kisses fire can offer
Against my bare skin.

His hair is copper and strawberry
His eyes rich mahogany
And i know I shouldn’t.