Someone doesn't have to die
For you to lose them.

Can I be your Da Vinci?
I'll help you paint that fake smile, clearly.
Quit running home and painting your thighs red
Run and lay your
Head
On my bed
Instead.
Don't look in my closet
The skeleton named 'typical' hides to drag me into this deep blue
And he's looking for you to come too.

At least graveyards are a constant

Nothing says
"I love you"
More than
An
Anxiety attack.

Silently lie in the grass,
On the hill above the lights.
Steal a kiss,
In between ,
Each drag on this cigarette.
And
Let's
Take bets on which is more
Dangerous.

I have this dream of a,
blood orange sky rippling
Down through the cracked window pane,
Of this crumbling house.
The faint sigh of faded beauty
Resonates among these chipped walls.
We walk there down
the boulevard from when we were happy.
Yet all I can feel is the fleeting feeling, I felt when
your lipstick stained
my cheek for the
final time.

I remember the warm nights
The silent drives
The laughs
But not the cries
I wasn't there
You wouldn't let me
Too scared
You had to protect me
So let me,
Take your hand again.
We'll drive somewhere new
You can tell me of.
Let's not focus on the date,
And time ticking away.
Until the storms return,
We'll pray during our infamous
Hydroplane.
That our breaks don't fail us.
If they do, I'll crash with you.