they say vampires will never hurt you
but i am not a vampire
i **** life and joy
not knowing when will be my last meal

realization of my destruction strikes
only when i am engulfed in a black hole

there is nothing left

never have i craved
the smell of fresh cut grass
until you left it untouched

the blades stay dead
where i had my fun
forever shadowed
by our summer love

little do they know
that i no longer wield an edge

i let the shoots rise up
and embrace my fate
this garden was never meant
for the both of us

my forever valentine
embraced in the depths
of wrecked solace

lures and bobbles
dodging from reach
an empty tackle
once filled with dreams
pouring out
away from me

my future flashed
as i heard you gasp
and shiver between the splashes

now i know no fear
i wield the cast
this lake monster will never hurt you

flannel ski slopes
forever stuck
where you’d hold me
and brace the winds of my storms
but skis are no match
and hold no balance
in a flash flood

my lungs
catch quick
on unfinished breaths
when your face sweeps my brain,
an anomaly
from what my body craves

cobwebs cascade
where you were supposed to hang
but with the shackles i tied
around your stained ankles
you couldn’t reach

i won’t wash my walls
for a reminder
of where you used
to touch

i won’t look at my skin
in absence
of where you drove
in the valleys
of my figure

i won’t wash my walls
your fingers
stay hung on display
when they should be
where you laid
underneath my framework
in the bed we made