She
came to me as subtle
as the month of May
the first month I got drunk in
the first eyes I sunk into
She

She
fell into the pattern of
fake men and false laughter
kept moving faster
towards unhappiness
She

She
choked down *****
bared invisible tattoos
of heartbreak bruises
had nothing to lose
She

She
stole my love in the
month of May
slow snowman creation
and cold infatuation
She

She
kissed my lips
with an apricot sigh
slipped me her tongue
and her burdens
and took away mine
She

She
slipped away from me
in the month of May
you know what they say
in Lostlove City
She's clever as the devil
and twice as pretty
She