A withered bouquet
Of gin blossoms

**** everything
But especially,
*******

Things you wouldn't guess
All bound up
And bleeding
Hapless joy among the wreckage

You are the art
of decomposition, self-fulfilling prophecy
I am the subtext
You never learned to read

I want you
To light me on fire

I recoil from a gentle hand
preferring instead the witch's bottle of your smile.

The call of the void sweeps through me
Like a tide
I will climb to fall

She gets off on danger
Moaning
Against the chill of a loaded .45

Premonitions of schadenfreude.

A boy more chalkdust than memory
A girl more Jekyll than Hyde

Please don't love me
I am woefully transient

Your eyes were the color of the ocean
I couldn't swim

Let me hold you close
Love on my lips
Arson in my heart

You hurt me in all ways
Delicious and despicable

That's pretty dark
Isn't it?
He asked, seeing my blood.
Lover,
I love you,
Do you understand subtext?

Exhaling shadows

Yours
No matter how loudly I insist otherwise

Fleeing who you were
To get away from who you are

My ribs rattle when I exhale your name

The subtle art of living
Until you die

I will breathe
Until it kills me

He was a metaphor

We could have destroyed each other
We could have saved each other

The rain starts
and so do I

We all fall in love
With the things that will destroy us

Is this time
the last time?

They lit me on fire
Now I burn days like dried leaves

The weight of words
The weight of silence

Night closes and we spin glass from memory.