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

I will breathe
Until it kills me

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

Night closes and we spin glass from memory.

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

Yours
No matter how loudly I insist otherwise

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

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

Is this time
the last time?

He was a metaphor

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

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

A withered bouquet
Of gin blossoms

Please don't love me
I am woefully transient

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

I want you
To light me on fire

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

Fleeing who you were
To get away from who you are

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

Exhaling shadows

The rain starts
and so do I

Premonitions of schadenfreude.

You hurt me in all ways
Delicious and despicable

The weight of words
The weight of silence

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

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

My ribs rattle when I exhale your name

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

The subtle art of living
Until you die