Steal a glance my way,
Darling,
You'll never look too long.

And take my missing sleep,
My love,
It'll only make me strong

You can keep a shirt or two
Love of mine,
Just swipe one from my drawer

Rob me of my books,
My pet,
For I can read no more

Take my ridiculous social constructs,
Baby,
They're useless anyhow.

And you can have my money,
My dear,
Don't pay me back, now.

Steal a kiss or two,
Dear love,
But never kiss and tell.

But never steal my heart,
Lover,
I'll never want it back.

You told me I was growing on you
(like vines on an
unmarked grave)
And that you cared about me
(like a lover,
or am I reading too deeply?)

I never told you anything
(obscured myself
in case you caught wind of these truths)
And now I regret the silence
(said a god to his wife
because he hated her laugh)

Farewell.
Shall we meet again?
Return, to kiss my heavy eyelids in the moonlight.
Lover, shall we meet again
In this grave vestige?
Will Gabriel himself deliver my invitation?
If you are gone
I will follow;
Seek you out in a sea of cyanide.
Farewell.
We shall meet again.

Don't ask me why I'm
Drowning in my own saline

It's as if the blood stains have marked
My legs and eyes and lips
And I've started wishing it was my own blood

It would at least give me a reason to weep

Instead I watch in horror
As the brutal affliction consumes me from the ground up.

Don't ask me why I'm
Drowning in my own saline.

I crave indifference.

Passion is poisonous.
It appears, slicing into my skin
and dragging itself behind me;
A heavy ball and chain.

It is not action;
I am a prisoner of war
Bound by my own shackles
A passive affliction I never wanted.

The prison to which I'm confined
Remains pleasant and open
As the little white poppies droop
In the window-box outside the bars.