you were thunder and i was the ocean,
i wrote poetry about forest fires,
you said i tasted like detergent and
blue roses, i keep asking the shooting stars
to explode but they won’t leave without
the moonlight, it’s been four years since
you said i tasted like the universe
wild, dark, out of control and
free to do
whatever i want

purple is the the first day of october, when
strangers eats your bones for breakfast and
your mother calls you beautiful for the first time
purple is every corner you've ever passed
with your friends and family
with cigarettes and candy
purple is him looking at you but seeing
a child that smells like museums in France
purple is the bitter taste of dry wine
and a fragile boy you once knew so well
purple is loving someone who
will never love
you back

a heart as heavy as stone, hands wild as the ocean, can only hold onto things for so long before they are turned into driftwood, bewitching, bewildering, beguiling

his lips on my skin burn holes big enough to drown in. he tastes like peaches. like peaches and honey. like peaches and honey and sugar.

i fall for it - snort - what he calls fairy dust and let pills slide down my throat into the lagoon of my empty stomach. he shows me mermaids and pirates and red Indians, we dance around campfires, around burning buildings, around each others blazing hearts. he shows me danger and excitement and freedom.
we're not perfect but at least we're free

he had that smile
on those lips
i just really
couldn't resist
look at me, look at me
i'm dancing for you
i'm in love with you
oh he was magical
magnetic, delightful
blood dripping
from our wrists
all that
i just really
couldn't resist

jeg vil så gerne læne mig op ad dine skarpe knogler,
der stikker ud fra blege skuldre, og gør mig en smule nervøs
jeg vil så gerne
lade dig røre mit hår som den eneste
lade dig spise mine fingre, når jeg bevæger beskidte hænder
op mod dit milde ansigt  
jeg vil så gerne danse rundt i sne
med dig
og
lade dig
ryge mine cigaretter
jeg vil bare helst ikke forelske mig
i
dig
men slet ikke i nogen anden

med en halv flaske billig rødvin i blodet
var *** allersmukkest
*** sagde sætninger som "gud spejler sig
i dit gyldne hår" og "livets smukkeste
sider opdages kun i dybe vandpytter"
dagen efter drikker vi stempelkaffe og
ryger cigaretter
jeg fortæller om smagen af tårer
du fortæller om dengang, du voksede op
i en lille by. du fortæller om dengang, du
var 12 år og ensom blandt mennesker

Jeg ser sorte toner for øjnene
og mærker skarpe genstande mod blød hud
når du fortæller mig, du ikke længere synes,
du er min
jeg lader natten drage mig ind i ulykkelig poesi
du kysser hendes læber
imens jeg går i opløsning indeni