My thought has been preoccupied by you
consuming the rest of silent night
until dawn proceed to gently emerge

My veins are filled with entrance
the jolt of exhilaration
you seem to possess on me

just as
the one
porcelain teacup
she adores
immensely
it has
crackling veins
on it
unknowingly
when
it'll be
in the verge
of shattering

I mistaken you
as a shelter
of withering petals
you put them up the ground
caressing each and every one
just to lay all of them
on top of your rotting bed

I mistaken you
as a sovereign
of kingdom come
sit on the polished throne
presented with a crown
only to be unveiled
upon your counterfeit

I mistaken you
as genuine devotion
a failure to perceive
your caress and throne
was only as shallow
as your devilish lust
and your outmost pride

She was once unadorned
a translucent flesh
never been consumed
by the noxious feeling of romance

The first time she tasted one
it was bubbly and bright
though in the end
left her veins blue and bitter

But the yearning left
of the flutter and lift
albeit the eventual overdose
might cause her skin numb and cold

‪I hate that
despite of my doubt,
I still miss you
and the memories
we made together
come flooding in
like a rain
surrounded by the storm,
pouring endless water
through my eyes‬.