This house is cold.
The wooden floors have lost
the patter of tiny feet flopping
against them at seven in the morning.
For those feet have grown old,
and moved on.

This house is broken.
The fireplace coughs up dusty
memories of chilly nights,
and holidays passed.
Something once so inviting
has lost it's tender charm.

This house is alone.
The walls whisper
sweet nothings into the air.  
Only to be carried away
by the echoes of the wind
throughout the uninhabited hallways.

This house is a canvas.
A chance to start fresh.
A second chance.
A new beginning.
A work in progress.

This house will become our home.

I took a drag of a rolled, unlit, cigarette.
You have no idea how truly pleasing it was.
That cigarette had her lipstick on it.
It was like kissing her all over again.

I lit that rolled up, lipstick stained, cigarette, just to feel like she was here with me again.

The smoke had burned my eyes and scratched at my throat.
I tried to breathe but I started to choke, suffocating on the last of my free will.

For a minute, it felt like I wasn't going to survive.

I took deep breathes and remembered it was her love I never wanted to forget, so I smoked the rest of that rolled up, lipstick stained, cigarette, but by the end of it, I was dead.

kiss
       my
             neck
                      and
                             love
                                     me
                                           twice

you are the flame in the fireplace that I crouch by
that melts me into the floors and boils my bones
who makes my mouth water
and my lungs cry

you are the breeze that blows my hair around
that constantly whips at my clothes
who pulls the hairs on the back of my neck straight
and crawls down my spine

you are the monster who's got a hold on my heart
that's soft lips burn marks into my skin
who takes everything he wants
and isn't refused once.

The top button on my flannel is my best friend, and those imperfections haunting a thin complexion are my worst.

break enough bones and you'll find yourself
laying on surface as cold as your heart
with your veins bursted and your skin mangled
your black blood pouring out of deep cuts on your knees
and your burnt soul scattered in bits over your destroyed frame.