Piano-playing,
pencil-wielding,
petite and paper-frail,
trace along his chin,
A triple-dare on skin,
rougher than she thinks.

Guitar-playing,
Hammer-wielding,
rough and thick-palmed,
play along her side,
a taboo danger tried,
and won with pride.

Breath quickens
and places forgotten
as the heat melts their hearts;
The summer days
that have given so much
to the one that was two parts.

Colors intertwine
and bodies disappear
into the path known by some;
Into the past
like a footprint in dirt
or a late summer's love song.

I take another breath
it comes so comfortably,
but every cloud of smoke
that escapes my lips
unfolds into the image of you.

Like the bridges you burned
the smoke still sears
the skin on the tips of my fingers
as I reach for you across the
silver abyss at my toes.

The faraway place where
you seem to stay
was never my home.
As the embers burn
the last few beams
and the ropes fall
deeply down.

I take another drag
and unfold your face
so I cannot forget
the way I looked at you
And the way you looked
at me.

Some such brilliance forever taunts,
Bringing shrapnel into my heart,
Because your words are frail and gaunt,
I know the lies are your only art.

Ticking clocks curse me so,
Forever simply doesn't know.

Temptation touches my neck so softly,
I shrink away and breathe the cloud,
He holds me closely oh so tightly,
While Secrets build a heavy shroud.

The fire melts ice below my feet,
Because forever forced us to meet.

The slight of the blade
Bites into your side
You gasp at the pain
And pleasure beside

A tear slips out
And down my cheek
Try to be loud
But only squeak

In your deaf ears
Where pain thrums now
Breaking no fear
Wasting life out

Red ribbons of love
Pour down pretty hips
Mind into the grove
And another trip

My bonds groaning
With the pressure
My love loathing
Long red fissures

The lies you spill
Crash to the floor
My love, be still
Pain is no more

*Addictions die hard
Or don't die at all
Depression's last card
Trips, please, don't fall.

Through the film of silent tears
I see a face with many fears.
Eyes that have their guard thrown up
Above your porcelain coffee cup.

Sitting in the corner over here
My legs like lead refuse to adhere
To the commands that my mind is screaming
My heart tells me I am simply dreaming.

What would all the people say
If they knew where my thoughts play?
Around and round the porcelain rim
Of your perfect coffee trim.
Fingers lace around the shine
Staring intently at passing time.
My feet do ache of lesser move
While I sit and stare at you.

My breath catches and tries to form
The words that feel so forlorn
In a mouth that shivers round the tongue
Which temptation slinks warily from.

As I watch you set porcelain down
And hips swing my heart to the ground.
My heart and mind are screaming still
Speak, if only I had the will.

The needles poked into my skin to try to heal me better
I twitch and groan and think of you and how I wish I'd never.
Chances taken chances gone like a bitter whip of wind
And the bitterness of yesterday still lingers on my lips.
But my lack of heart and empty space gives me reason still
To hold you close and wish you well the captor of my soul.
You took another piece of me and I fall further down
Another stab into my chest blood falling to the ground.
I try to grip the slated floor but its become so slippery
Yet forgiving you is like a dream which glides subconsciously.

Eyes will follow her as she walks
Into the little cozy coffee shop.
Tattoos and battered boots adorn
Her body weary from the war.
The battles won are no victory
For the girl that fights one every day.
Black clothing hanging from
Her frail appearing skeleton.
She wishes eyes would fall away
So she could have one peaceful day.
And so she sips her bitter cup
In the corner not looking up.
From the fringes of her gaze
Smiles shreds of hopeful rays.
She shivers and shakes it all away
And closes the door so none can stay.
Her unsteady fingers hastily pour
Another cup to blacken her soul.