Let’s make our love by the glowing ashes
I’ll hold you tighter than they hold the heat.
I’ll breathe their warmth, your warmth
into the depths of my core
where shivers of sorrow hide
disguised as quakes of pleasure,
as aches to have you closer still.
Let’s make our love by the glowing ashes
for your warmth alone cannot save me
heat is not enough to heal
these shattered bones and frozen hands.

Hell isn’t where the mind goes
when the body dies.
It’s where the mind finds itself
when the body stops living.

I am no different than that boy who claims to love you
Hand in hand we spill our hearts in slurred proclamations
Dressed in black we are mirrored shadows, hollow lovers, the singers of night songs
Choking on ink and blood, we scrawl a final plea for peace
Or at least the pieces to put ourselves back together

Your lips give me breath
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
But my prayers have become monotonous
And everything I write has been said before
Am I your ****?
Am I your little *****?
Too foolish to know what's good,
A glutton begging for more
Breaking bread in the bathtub
You lick the communion wine from my thighs
The morning light peeking in, a raging sadness within
I wipe the night from my eyes
Maybe you only call me baby in a bathrobe
And maybe I'm better off alone

Twenty-seven pennies drop
One for every week we spent holding on to silent summer nights
To wishes made on cigarette ash
Your name catches in my throat
As you breathe those four words:
It all spells disaster

With your fingers embedded in my veins
**** me until I no longer hate myself
Make me *** to a revelation
Urges and surges, that pain in my chest
It offers me quick release, but I deny myself yet again
Purging my old ways
I shake, I scream
A mirror broken in child's play offers the only explanation
My head is heavy, but still I'll hold yours steady

I’ll be your April if you’ll be my May
Where I end you begin

This spring will wipe out all winter rot
And maybe we can start again