arms rip away at this skeletal heart without question:
a useless muscle that means nothing to me if i can't hold you.
open up your eyes, beloved.
just because i'm dead doesn’t mean
i can’t love you in this bed
during the night.
for today imagine that this is mutual.
that i am not a ghost and you are not
bound to sunsets with men that don’t
share my exact eye color.
let me lie to you. explain that i don't
********** to shadows ******* anymore,
cross my heart and hope to die.
(i hope you remember that
a heart can beat and still
long for grave-sites).
i know this isn’t a coffin
because i am burning
and you are always here at my side.
pull me up from this
necrophiliac-night-club
and we'll go on
as if you've never found those
maggots in my sock drawer.
i promise.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
arms rip away at this skeletal heart without question:
a useless muscle that means nothing to me if i can't hold you.
open up your eyes, beloved.
just because i'm dead doesn’t mean
i can’t love you in this bed
during the night.
for today imagine that this is mutual.
that i am not a ghost and you are not
bound to sunsets with men that don’t
share my exact eye color.
let me lie to you. explain that i don't
********** to shadows ******* anymore,
cross my heart and hope to die.
(i hope you remember that
a heart can beat and still
long for grave-sites).
i know this isn’t a coffin
because i am burning
and you are always here at my side.
pull me up from this
necrophiliac-night-club
and we'll go on
as if you've never found those
maggots in my sock drawer.
i promise.
(c) ophelia annaliese 2k15
