Who would have known?

The chatter in the hallways,
the scent of which a girl would love
to have linger
on her garments.
Who would have known?
That stained skin and wild eyes
would have
stolen those divine lips.

You leave me speechless and my words
are rusting in the back
of my throat.

You have commenced a war within me;
your fingertips blazing and your tongue
echoing gunshots off the roof my mouth.

I would burn to the ground,
merely to see you with tear-stained flowers for me.
I despise the control you have over me.
It is terrifying;
the unspoken promise that the heartache you cause will be of the Red in
shades of grey.

We used to be able to cause forest fires.

Waiting, pacing back and forth,
the oxygen around me seems
suffocating.
Please, be here soo-
thunk
Narrowly missing my **** nerves.
The bedroom window!

"Hurry!"
I hear you urging me with an anxious smile and the beads of sweat trailing
down your neck,
cold heat.
Within minutes we are
running faster
than the midnight wind could ever carry us,
occasionally stumbling on our exhilaration,
but what was only short-lived.

Time stops only for those who realize it doesn't exist,
and I almost forget that the train doesn't stop
with
it.
Only seconds to spare...
"Push me when it comes."

Had I said it out loud? It echoes off the walls of the tunnel and reaches your
ears.
A look of horror crosses your face but you act with less
hesitation than
I had
expected.

I swear I've tried to dance the sadness away but now I find myself tr ippi n g,
f a l
       l i n
              g, blades caressing my jaundiced skin, flames licking at
         my throat. Catching breath on
    pistol shots.
The ballerina slows her dance in my veins.