Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your soul withers away
As mine does too
The moon cries
Under the endless night
And falls down
Under a painted sky
Forests were burnt
The snows painted red
Her cheeks blushed peach
As she was pale and cold
With no more room
In her arms anymore
For dark as it was
Under this starry night
She was dead and lost from sight.

You are my personal taste of sorbet, sun-tan lotion, botched
slices of the sun that sit on my tongue like pills
before I swallow. I hate necessity, and crave your entity
in ice cream scoop sizes. I want to pull the batteries out of your back,
**** the juice onto my palette and spit it back into your eyes
so maybe you can feel the sting you left me with when you pushed
my heart off the side of the bed while pulling your pelvis closer to my head.
I hate when we’re cooking and you slide ice cubes down my shirt,
but did you know that’s the only time I ever felt anything
from you that wasn’t warm and bitter and bruised? I think
that sometimes your nightmares even scare me.
I can feel them when you sleep,
your arm flinching beneath my neck, how you curl
your toes against my calves and grind your teeth like you’re trying to fit
your square memories into the oval-shaped hole of my spine.
I get that that’s why you’re a little crooked, but you used me
to straighten yourself like the post a tomato plant wraps its stem around.
You took all the nutrients from my center and fed yourself.
You are the palm tree in my snow globe, but no matter
many times I shake you
the snow still falls on my shoulders.

I wanna kiss the parts of you even you've forgotten
So when I say it you know it's true:
*I honestly adore every inch of you

The fog had fallen
Visibility was low
My grandmother swore
This was misery and woe

An old wives tale
But is it really so
Do these things happen
Does mother nature know

We were on the porch
I knew it was creepy
We sat there talking
Her chair was creaking

Middle of the night  
My ears were bleeding
From a sad sound
A night owl screeching  

The wind said hello
The trees casually waved
She took her pills
That didn't cure the craze

I told her to be friendly
She finally calmed down
A senile old woman
Afraid of the ground