Thoughts are deadly Thinking of you is like clawing at the raw insides of my cheeks Heat rising thought the layers of my skin And licking my throat Hot coffee I down Assuming it'll drown my brain But it only adds to the passion The ice cold that envelopes my heart Placing a stamp in the opposite corner Of the pre-assigned box Mailing a pumping heart through post An unconventional love letter A cigarette burning The glowing stub tracing images on my arms Unintentional tattoos Salty cheeks Playing cards reflected in diamond tears I play my heart across the Green velvet table Unintentional paper cuts Bed sheets full of blood ink Poetry and love songs scratched from dark dreams By rusty fingers and mascara Bruised knees creak as they bend Facing in opposite directions Ankles kissing through unstable skates Shaking hands braid damp hair Bitten pens bleed ink down my throat By now my blood must run with ink My own beating drum my best work Cracks through time And whispers through space Only tempt me to trace the freckles on your legs I use empty bottles of wine for mirrors Apply my third coat of blood red lipstick I used to think the moon followed me I used to think if I shone a flashlight I could climb up And I was scared someone would turn off my staircase My bones shattering like the weakest diamonds Dilated pupils paired with a racing pulse My love song beating Tapping my fingers on the coffee table. Morse code screaming I love yous.