Bluebird wings tucked against my side
Day old flowers losing their lust
The smell of books and stories of years ago
Secrets ramming into my teeth
Barefoot drunk on the sky
I have climbed some painful words
Fractured my eyes although I still see
We had days of perfection I have seen magic
Eating oceans of lovers
Abandoned words remain unheard
Your soul became my haven tied into poetic knots
Secrets on my chest became painless

You say I invited the ghost to come today
My skin eating rope
I provoked you
I begin to mentally hate
I will drink from your tears
The moon is streaking hollow kisses
We are beautiful together
But I can't live in the house of bones
You have been diagnosed with the punching bag disease