And then he was doomed because she fell for him
Everything about him was turned into poetry

You are not much of a talker
Maybe that's what has gotten into me
Having to look you in the eyes every time you spoke
Reaching for the words you wouldn't slip
Like a treasure hunt
At the bottom of the ocean
Never much oxygen to breathe yet enough heart beat to keep from suffocating
And if I could stick my hand beneath my skin
I would rip you
Like another dissonant string in the middle of a perfect pitch
Pull you out of my ribs and sit away in silence
Tracing back the days to that one night
You caught my neck between your teeth
Bit your venom right into me and left
The way you leave every burning temple
Like a fucken coward
Afraid the fire would burn further than the back of your hand
Or the broken glass would cut deeper into the side of your eyebrow
And I know I've got both your fears buried inside of me
Ready to sting
But they would never tear you apart
Not the way you're tearing me
In silence

Do not blame me for trying to understand
That's like blaming the stars for whatever they had
It's too late they're dead
Do not put that blame on me
I got lost and I can't find my way back
I got tears I can no longer hold back
I got beautiful thoughts starting to turn black
Please see the fear filling my chest and ice burning my skin
I am the angry roar of the storm
I am the motion of the wind
I am the shy glimpse of the sun
I am the human
Blame me
Blame me for my will
for the empty glass I can't fill
For the questions I can't take and the walls I can't break
Blame the light for breaking the dark I have spread
Just don't blame the stars
**They are dead

I will let you hate me
Not because you have a right to it
You don’t
But because your tears will turn to acid the moment you realize there is no one to blame

I will let you grieve
You’ve got a right to it
Maybe even draw new lines between the two of us as if they haven’t drawn enough
As if they haven’t already sorted us by faith and labeled us like toys
A dollhouse in the middle of a shooting range
Where doors do not connect and floors shake
Where the sound of trigger is all we hear
The smell of blood, all we crave
We keep writing each others’ names into tombstones
Thinking it will somehow lead us to heaven
As if the key to the promise land is encrypted by the devil in ash and destruction
Or the flames we’re setting outside will ever be able to wash away the ones burning inside of us

I will let you run
Break through the openings we managed to keep
Flee
Flee to the edges of this earth
See the ocean
There
Where no hate is there

Find a universe where tears taste like wine
Let them sink down your throat like blood vessels
Let the hurt get to the ends of your brain
Let it remind you how high your soul can reach
Be a *******
For the sake of angels bound to submit and demons destined to burn
For the soldier who's heart beat is counted by the number of bullets left inside his gun and the girl looking for him in the stars each night
For the fingers and palms put together on a hospital bed waiting for the beeping line to go straight
For the silent cries of every naked woman having to suffocate under her breath and drown in her own blood
For the child who knows nothing about childhood and the man who lost a child
I'm sorry
I wish I knew about bandates and pain killers
I wish I had the cure
I wish I could save you from the monsters hunting your skull and the nails filling your wounds
But I can try
Come to me
**I will pour you a glass of wine