2.5.

Make me a hostage
I begged everyday
It gives me a
excuse
to take my
breath away

Cutting wrists
just to cultivate
a cleaner
culture

It was a
lemon haze
A Yellow Summer

And for 66
days
I was a good
woman
I was well
behaved

I remember back
in the days
of
Champagne clouds
in
Blue Illusion Summers

The comfort
of smoky clubs
with
beat up floors
Tearing it
up
Then singing
to the sky
I was taking down
the night

Stolen Polaroids
snapped back
memories of
black and
white
Photos
of blood stained
Hotel Bibles
filled with blank
pages
I wrote my
lonely stories
My pen was
dipped in
God ******
ink

These were
my tears
for the Devil

Becoming
the silence
Violence
Thunder crashing
Hit me up with
lightning
You would never
believe how cold
I could be
Laying there
Naked
beside
him