i have questions to ask to
those who believe they have
every right to leave trails of
mass destruction blossoming
(like the fresh blood of a flesh wound)
as they trod across a landscape
of broken hearts -
tell me, does it delight you
to watch an entire generation
go down in flames?

i
slash my wrist
and
wait to die.

your musky metallic tang
on my bittersweet tongue,
(i'm thirsty);
oh honey,
*let's meet.

the rush of the illicit
while exhilarating.
is temporary.

if
i had things
go my way, then
right now, you and i
we'd be screaming through the
mountain air, hanging upside down
on a cord made of bravery and love, we'd
dance
under the
naked moonlight,
waterfalls calling out
in the distance; i'd have
my hands around your neck and
legs tight around your waist as we paused
between the slipping rocks to steal each other's
breath away.
if
i had
things go my way,
baby, we'd take on the world
together; with a sky full of secrets
watching over us as we make memories
(and love)*
all over this world.

your eyes with questions dripping off them;
we need to talk.
too late;
*i've forgotten how to.