If we go all the way back

To where the night had no hold over us


To silent days laced with kisses

Ending with quiet nights addled with mirth


No more heroes left

Just us villains of our own stories.

Fire, fire everywhere again.

You haunt me, but I ignore it.


Your succulent chest, with the sultry kiss of hellbound pain.

We're moths. And some of us run in and die.


But, a beautiful end, to the dismal lives we have.

My fingers curl around your face.


I'm afraid this would've been all a waking dream.

Maybe, just maybe.
  In another life, another time.

We could come together,
  And embrace each other, innocent.

I kneeled down
Picking off cigarettes
Reaching down
Picking up the bouquet


Born of maybes
I still recall her cold touch

Left with her smile
I struggled to my feet

A ballad of kisses
Warmth greater than silence that grew between us.

I set the pyre on fire
Now even in death,


She does not belong to me.

Her absence made the heart grow fonder
  But the abated breath
   And silent waiting
      Makes me feel like we're forever
Dancing
To the end of love.

There was somebody for each scar we have on our skin ; a flesh canvas streaking raving stark mad.