2.9.

~Torn tears
Tearing through
  The broken pieces
A Artist lives in~


Sun rises break
in my 3:15
dreams
Shattered glass
and
Stained hearts
Bitter sweet are
the memories
of the ways I
maintained
the bruises you
left me

A broken pretty
reflects in the
eyes of a new
beauty

Bare skin
and
Skeletons
are becoming
my best company

Feeling lighter
I light up the
last cigarette
you gave me

Inhaling
your name
Only exhaling  
so I can inhale
you again

I forgot how
good your
rhythm felt

I always forget

How good it
felt
to be the
pleasure
of The Gods
and My Men
It’s tempting
so tempting
with their
bad
intentions

I’m just a
magical event
You can get
wild with
I thought only
The Devil could
get me that wet
Feeling blessed
by the feathers
found in my bed

And if you would
let me love you
Well
that’s exactly
what I would
of tried to do

But my love
has become
as cold as
the midnights
who have lost
their moons

The lace of
lovers tell
captivating
stories with
their satin
bodies and
silk scars

~Welcome to Heaven
  Avoid it if you can ~