whispers of fate
drew me across the bloodstained tile
i found her there
and here she was
it was surprising
to not see her face
venus was across the room
apart by cracked screens
she died long before
men had dipped their tongues
into her skin
they stole her
and sold it
we all bought
watered down bliss
as our enlightenment
would you send me butterflies tonight?
because i miss the doves.
there are days i forget your smile
i forget the way you said my name
i wish i hadn't cried the last time i saw you
hell is the static
hell is the dizziness
hell is the tightness in my throat
all i remember from faith is the begging
when did i first fall in love with you?
was it under the never ending skies in chicago?
in those cruel winter nights
where only you kept me warm.
or was it amidst the song of crickets and breeze?
in the summers of virginia
where even you would sing along.
some days it feels as if
the world is molasses around me
there's an invisible rope around my throat,
a cord of coarse thread,
and if it were to ever leave me
i think i'd lose my head.