I forgot to tighten my grip
while you’re slowly slipping away
like oil through my hair
draining from tip to root and root to neck.
With that baffled look in your eye
of an ill-drawn portrait
wondering if I came any closer
would it feel better or worse.
You have lost faith in me
A feather stuck to a tree
fluttering carelessly
you don’t look up to me anymore
I’m not what you seek.
I would like to change your mind
wrap you in silk and satin
on a bed of fallen angels
intoxicate you till you are poisoned
bind you in wickedness you love and more.
This heart’s a mess
this mess is a place
where I keep your memory vague
where I hold you tight
to fill this emptiness
because you are the only one
who would understand
and yet, you never do.