one day he'll find her,
and he will fall in love,
with those dark red curls
and tattoo clad skin.
she will play guitar
and watch his favorite movies.
she'll like to go out to eat
and listen to his favorite songs.

and I will be alone.

you've stolen so much from me
so i thought
that maybe, just this once,
i could steal something from you.

you invite her in,

as she knowingly falls into your subliminal abyss.

she gnaws on her pale pink lips,

almost violently enough to cause crimson blood to drip.

no longer is she timid,

because she’s not naive, and neither are you.

she stares up at you with those bright, yet jaded eyes,

tearing you apart as you tug at the fragile lace that encompasses her waist.

calloused fingertips graze against collarbones,

then silently discovering their way here and there.

she inhales the sweet atmosphere that surrounds,

opening her eyes just wide enough,

capturing the sullen skies that threaten to collapse above.

but the comforting familiarness in the empty inches that lie between your ribs,

make her feel at home.