do you know flowers
you know the ones you press
the ones you try to keep forever
by binding them in the folds of a book
so they retain their sweet perfume
she smelt nothing like that
she was wild and vicious
her smell was savagery
raw and unkempt and full of power
and lust but also sweet and pale
an anemic honey like wilting wyseteria
her taste sugary, grassy, bitter like a tonic
medicinal

The last of the leaves blew off today.
But don't worry, they are biodegradable.
And they realized it was their time to go.
And they really did give us quite a show
Their sacrifice was appreciated by a few
And now they are given a mass burial
Their corpses lying on the sidewalk...

And I've realized that
The beauty of fall is prettier
When shared by two.

bloodstains are pretty
like flowers for people who are sad
or stars for people who are too in love
or little redheaded girls
who are too afraid

When I love you,
I rip your darkness open wide
and tumble to your timidness
I cloak myself in distant dreams
and dance within the dimness.
I hold your hand and fly, I soar
I sink in desperation
I hold your darkness in my hand
I love you all the more.