I could never capture such moments, how far and few the come. I could never be that gal you see.
I could never be your one.
I’ve soft hands on nights alone, accompanied only by my cigarette.
You could not be the one to watch me fumble in a fret.
Alone Alone Alone
Oh, hope, find me, but it’s you I’ll ruthlessly slaughter.
It’s dead, I’ve killed it, gone, forever no more.
It lies rotting in the snow, staining the perfect white powder with the stench of what once was.
Thus, I lie next to it, soaking in its filth, wishing it’d return and lift me
Upwards
Upwards
It’s upwards now, I stare. The stars gleaming behind the clouds make me question what is where.
I question who is where.
I question if you’re there.
I’ve no more to care.
Walk with me inside, ghost, only if you dare.
Slip off my sweater,
my hair tie,
my shoes,
I wear only now this awkward face and it truly does not look good.
I could never be your woman to touch; I’m much too easy to break.
Twists and tangles, you’ve found me, but I’m mangled, and all such hope’s been strangled.
Run your fingers up and down the curves of my spine and waist.
All of this emotion, and all that goes to waste.
It all goes to waste.
I am nothing now, but on your tongue, that taste.
I am just a taste.
*Oh, my darling ghost, you’ve only just a taste.