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

You hurt me in all ways
Delicious and despicable

Night closes and we spin glass from memory.

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

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

I will breathe
Until it kills me

My ribs rattle when I exhale your name

The weight of words
The weight of silence

Premonitions of schadenfreude.

Yours
No matter how loudly I insist otherwise

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

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

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

Exhaling shadows

He was a metaphor

Is this time
the last time?

Fleeing who you were
To get away from who you are

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

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

Please don't love me
I am woefully transient

The subtle art of living
Until you die

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

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

The rain starts
and so do I

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

A withered bouquet
Of gin blossoms

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

I want you
To light me on fire

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