and when I use to write about
falling in love with you,
how it happened too fast and hard
how it left me open and exposed
what it felt like, that warmth in the cold
you were just so good, a taste
of something raw and real
and so bad for me but I didn't care
because when I use to write about
falling in love with you,
I didn't know how ****** up we were
but we learned

I write of broken
     t e e t h &
deep wounds
nobody can see
d a r k n e s s
     shadows
agony & pain
     it is my
m u s e
that I feast
     on
but I haven't
picked up the
             p e n
in a week
  because the
m u s e
is gone right now
   I feel
strangely
    *h a p p y