(One) (Ican'thelpitifyoumightthinkiamodd ifItellyouI'mlovingyounotforwhatyouare butwhatyou'renot) O Melissa with eyes silvery like water when it starts to steam Mellisa with your chealseacut that locks sunlight with its evry strand Mellissa with your mausoleum ***** that cages birds that spin young confusion round our ears
Avuncular heathen teacher cardholder With your gnostic stepchildren that bare you in their undeveloped wombs And the scattered mouths that trace psalms from your footprints in the the snow before they're stolen by ice
And your dreams you stir and share in restless sleeps wanting only to live another day
Mellisa who prims lectricity to stone Mellisa who cries for noone less you know theyd return Mellisa with your lips of dried budded rose And your Gishian whispers that weave flame outlined by a gold only cateyes can display Mellisa with your cashmere skin that warms and rewards every touch granted And your lost lovers left behind And your hands like gloves over arthritic fingers frozen from the freezing outside And your nicotine stains that overlap into a bruise thick enough to peel and mark your worshipless shrine And your drunken boats that sail upwards from the waves that chain them down and rip upto the endless starry skies
With your pierced tongue you scrape your teeth with as you tic and sing
You know Id ****** kingsmen just to stay on the run with you a while longer
Melissa with your cheap scarves and blurry trench that too stays motionless as you walk
Melissa with your bleeding gums that could kiss the dead awake Melissa with your seedless grief and puffy cheeks that hover distant from the rest of your face And your catfish bellybutton that I cant help but crush
Melissa with your empty questions that ring answers as you wish to hear them Melissa with your guns in evry pocket and boots sheathed and stained And your methodist lungs which bleed ash as your clear your throat And your cloak that wears all the skinny traumas inferno held in its windows
How could I ever have misplaced you?
Whence seasons lingered til you wore the elements from their shells And drew armature cerise from the clouds into the stitching that holds together our palms And your bloodmoon mason jar that you swivel like wine And your veins that guide submission into something maniclike
O Mellisa you prove evry love before you was a lie
Mellisa with your reliance on those you take care of And your batwing leather jeans and dogpaw fingernails that twiddle your permed fringe And your sallow skin slowly flaking and shedding And your blistered heart that beats my ears like drums And your careless screams in public vicinities that begged to have us both locked up I would travel the world just to collapse by your legs
O With your wooden bedbug leg lashes that clasp as they wither dust
With your monotonous lilt you speak with and laugh with
With your vitiligod birthmarks that tattoo your flesh
And your jawline that twitches as your eyes have no choice but to seal
And your ribcage that falls loose against your sheets
I would break evry bone over again and again and gather evry malady just for your cool palm over my forehead
O Melissa you never have to doubt whether Ill love another
O Melissa with your back turnt to the mirror, I'd hold you forever and a day
If you'd still like me to this time tomorrow.
(Two) (Farewell, be safe evermore.) I woke up with my head and teeth shaking, felt like I was gonna die 'til I smoked a cigarette to start my day
Phlegm built up like charcoal bricks, hits my chest Bittersweet like the smell of the night-before's lover on bedsheets with their side now empty.
No heating and thus my coldsore is frostbit, and the other hex's they gifted me rest 'neath tired skin With revenge long out of reach-- Further than the distance of a hundred dreams in fact
I'm surprised I woke up at all.
I tend to repress my dreams when I can, I'm a broken chamber rattling death so loud I'm echoed and either ignored Or laughed at--
o lord haven't I had enough? o lord I can't make miracles out of tragedy, o lord I cant keep up with the pain that preludes my every step, o lord without hope, however misguided, I'd go insane and never come back nor want to o lord take me in my sleep
O there are some secrets lord I know only you and I can keep. Bless the griefs locked and left only to memory.
Little babe lost you're so beautiful and ugly don't ever **** yourself. even when other's turn you away so scared for it to ever happen they'd rather not talk to you at all Dont you ever **** yourself. live a little as we dont have much life to live and besides, I think you're doing fine
and I can't wait to see you doing much better, When you get the time to get better I'll be there to help you up And dust off your shoulders any residue from the fall... I mean you can **** yourself if you wish babe But you're going to have to **** me first to get the chance
You can use me if you want to, I'm quite used to it just as I'm used to breathing in the same air as the dead The used and users typically have the same goal, after all It's such a headfuck to know the one you loved never believed in you in the end I know, I know o but lord knows I still do and I will for as long as you're breathing And though the clock is merciless you do not need to mirror it in a response of anger, No' any longer than you choose to let whatever's done and gone still linger Some will help some will crisscross I bare nothing no more now but the best for you. And my little babe don't you ever take your own life, life's a gamble and some tries will come up short but I can't bare to lose you anymore than I can lose the will to breathe; please just let me listen or atleast rest by your side and no' say a word.