drink it down
another laced crown
woven around your head
eyelids heavy as lead
body feather light
floating above the night
things are blurring
words are slurring
little dress alluring
no regrets
at least not yet
fading in and out
lip gloss pout
inhibitions like heels; long gone
partying until dawn

roses are red
violets are blue
do i really have to
write a poem for you
to realize that
i want to *******

spilled ink
soaks in
slowly and carelessly
stained color
stay inspired

insert clever metaphor
and then shake your head
put it in a book
placed beside your bed
proceed to forget
when a better one comes instead

i always shy away from human contact
wondering why my skin is sensitive to the touch
but then i remember what is easily stolen is not so easily replaced
and for my mind and body that thought is too much

i would compare love to paper cuts
as it always seems to be the little things that hurt the most