The aching skin of hers vibrated and filled the room with a coldness unbearable

It was an awful sight to anyone who wasn’t understanding

Anyone who wasn’t an artist wouldn’t see the beauty behind the suffering

In her blue eyes

They kept the waves of oceans left to crash back into her mind

Flooding her thoughts like a tsunami

Unbearable

And so breakable.

She may of been weak overall,

But I saw the beauty in it all.

She was a perfect painting to me

Sculpted in lust and passion

*My perfect porcelain.

I create hurricanes while I sleep
I destroy landscapes for entertainment when I'm bored.
My smile has been rumored to awaken dormant volcanoes.
The sway of my hips could be mistaken for a mudslide
And the way that I make love will make you think the tectonic plates learned a new dance move.
I'm a walking natural disaster.
And after we're done you can say you survived it all

I

I put the devil in my angel
and in all of her innocence,
she accepted the fact that I had sent her to a burning eternity.
I may of put the devil in my angel,
but god has she never looked better.
With a gun pointed to my head,
and her lovely sweet smile,
I wouldn't mind burning such a masterpiece
if it smelled as sweet as her.

II

The venom is sinking in
and I don't think she'll last much longer than spring.
A simple burn from the candle down the hall left her in such agony
I have to ask myself if I'm to blame.

III

The flowers are here
and still is she
but the gun rests like an old friend upon her nightstand
only making me ask the question
was it m y f a u l t
or
was it h e r s

IV

The first rain came,
and just like the raindrop that fell down my window
it fell down my cheek
her body on the floor
and yet I didn't
s t o p h e r.
I didn't tell her
n o t t o d o i t.

V

When I visited her grave
she surprised me
if she was alive or dead
I didn't mind to see the smile on her face,
and painted or not
she never made death look better.

She made me want to d i e.

Memorization was never the key to anything
Seeing that she changed so much.
So often.
With only hands to guide over her curves
As my eyes, sewn shut at her merciful kiss,
I memorized absolutely nothing.

The key was to explore - gain a new sensation
Every delightful time you had the permission.
The permission to graze that complexion of black and blue and the
Rosy cheeks that were out glowing the slight tan you had on
Your face and scalp because we went swimming
Last week.

We never really got wet though, vigilantly dipping our
Toes in the chilly water, a book in my hand,
Not speaking but letting the words drip over
My lips to poison them with the writings
Of O’Hara, Ginsberg, Kerouac.

I hope you plan to travel the world
Because it's the least you could repay me
For not memorizing you like a road map
To nowhere.