Cold fronts are rolling in
I'll wrap you around my skin.
You light up the room
With your full moon eyes
And your body turns into
A sleepy, night sky.
I imagine us
On the cusp of brilliance
Over looking a sea
Surrounded by forestry
And sunsets.
You told me you loved me
Maybe you meant it
I'll still believe it
I'll still remember it
That was the day
We took a swim in
Heaven and all
Its little horizons.

You have demons
And so do I
But you became yours
And I fought off mine.
I loved you,
because you turned my scars into constellations.
My constellations on your body
You traced them
Connected them
And I told you
"If you need a place
to keep your darkness
or a place to hide from it
my heart's an empty room
for you to fill"
The darkness in you is
engulfing my whole soul
like an old friend.

You were the kind of person that
listened to the blues as you sipped
hard liquor out of wine glasses
and chased it down
with all your pent-up nostalgia.
Tonight, your demons told you something intriguing and horrifying.
They said,
"You don't get rid of us.
We get rid of you."
Now you're happy and disturbed.
Elated by your own rage
and consumed in your darkness.
I thought
Maybe
I could control your darkness.
Turn your sadness into hatred and your hatred into sick smiles.
But hell is in you
and
It wants out to play.