her bourbon red lips fits with the winestains on my shirt
her blond hair is white like my skin
and eyes as blue as the bruises you left.

her dress fits like your knuckles fit into the hole in my heart
and her shoes are as high as me
At the night you threw it all away
like a used needle
on the sidewalk
filled with blood
and alone
cold
and used by a man with dreams of a better life.