There’s a man lying on a bed
Next to him sat a lady within the blanket
Zapping a cigarette, he handed it to her
Sharing a secondhand smoke
And said
“I love lady with a brain.”
She hopped on his chest
Interlocking his lips without letting upcoming words slither.

Following day
There’s a man lying on a bed
Next to him sat another lady
It costed thirthy nine seconds to forementioned lady
Rushed into the room
Bursted in tears
Recalling sugar coated lines the man had retorted.
“It was literally.”

She asked him why would he do such thing
And he replied
“Lemme get the bulb outta my head first.”

The last thing he’d remember
Was sharp pinch
Beneath his necktape
And there’s a lady
Whispered
“It was literally, darling.”

empty kisses
and pointless hugs
had been the symbol
of a dead love

his lips had been
the gun;
his words
were the bullets

it all made sense now
i had been enticed by
his sweet kisses
just like carbon monoxide

sweet but yet odorless.
deadly.

he filled my lungs
with hope,
longing
and belonging

i had been poisoned by deceit.
jealousy.
denial.
lies.

every kiss
was meaningful
as he loved me
except he had a gun
behind his back

everytime he touched me
it was like an ignited flame
except he had
a gasoline tank hidden in the woods

finally it had been his time
to do what he does best,
**** my loving heart.

(b.d.s.)

you left a massive impact on me.
i have scars of both the mental and physical variety from you.
i fell too hard and too fast.

why am i falling again?
why do i want to see you?
why do i want to apologize?

i hate that i miss you.
i hate that i think you're a monster.
i hate that you hate me.