Veins pumping blue
A gallon of gas
Fumes eating cells
Like a child chewing on ice
Turn me inside out
Wring out my memories
Into a little red bucket
I'm on your gameshow
Pick a card
Any card at all
I was someone for a moment
Drinking up
Falling down
Red blood on your favorite white
Nightgown
I threw away the pictures
Letters
Paintings
Rings
Charms
Drawings
I was young and I was foolish
To carve the arcs of your love
Into my skin
Putting our palms together
And nailing them through
I didn't cry for you
Because I am a counselor
I am not a king
So the longsword of Damocles
Does not call my name
I am happy to oblige
Go ahead and pack your things
Don't excpect me to watch you
Driving down the street
Because I've seen before
True love open her door
And drive away
With nothing to say
But sad songs
But poison
But winter
But dreams