A withered bouquet
Of gin blossoms

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

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

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

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

Premonitions of schadenfreude.

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?

Yours
No matter how loudly I insist otherwise

Exhaling shadows

The subtle art of living
Until you die

My ribs rattle when I exhale your name

Fleeing who you were
To get away from who you are

He was a metaphor

Is this time
the last time?

The rain starts
and so do I

I will breathe
Until it kills me

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

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

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.