It is quite strange
how an entire day,
which passed so beautifully,
can be ruined

by only one,
short,
conversation.

I had a dream of a woman
A dream of a tattoo
This woman with a tattoo
With a thin black line from her mouth
From her mouth to her throat, straight down
From her mouth to her thighs
Two halves carry the line
Separate her body
Down her ribs
Through her body
Thoughts and blood
Her heart is two
Her throat is two
She is two
One can
One can’t
She can’t, but wants to
She doesn’t want to, but will
Half a mind to
Marrow and melancholy
Bright eyes
Dark hair
Blue veins
Red lips
Beautiful like a dream

You step inside
take your gown off at the door
give me a glance that says:
"You should've known better"

I don't seem to care
can't bring myself to say a word
nothing to describe
how sorry a guy can be

You have no right to be there
looking all ****, you know?
Dress up again, would you love
and walk out now

That way we wouldn't
we wouldn't, would we?

You don't leave then
you still look like an angel
You still know how to touch me
and I am still yours to take

after, the world is still
we're both just raindrops
slowly down the window of life
we go