we lost some things along the wayYou started using,shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;the flush of my cheeks;the uneven beating of my heart...)straight into your veins. Now - strung out and reeling -I dare you to try quitting this love cold-turkey.
honey, please don't pull that triggerI'm always taking bullets for you.
DemonsWhen I told you to let go of your demonsyou looked at me and said,“I’ve tried. But you keepcomingback.”
maybe that's what love isthere are empty sheetssprawled like a linen corpsewho's been given an autopsy--and it's sprawled across the floor,arms and legs bent and askew acrossthe hardwood floor.i'm thinking of you as the spiderwebsin the living room are glistening withfresh dew from the remaining days ofchristmas.but no one inhabits them anymore, they'vebeen left alone and deserted like you left me(once.)but;the flies are gasping and buzzing with ecstasy,they have been spared.he's got memissing his dark eyes and the feel of his unshavenface against my cheek and the rattling of my boneswhen he speaks.tonight instead i'll be lain across the bed like thoseempty sheets you forgot to wash beforeyou left--i'll be tossing and turning, rethinking and my brain willbe pulsing and i'll be uttering under my warm breath that i'm just a girl who trembles under the chillynight sky and has the ambition of anewborn baby,do i really deserve to beloved? and i still can't stoploving you.i can
brokenyou're a green-eyedblack cat with galactic firein your devouring heart,(consuming me like lappingwaves)and your claws are drawn likelast night's curtains after youcouldn't sleep.detroit was welcoming but notlike your veiny spiderwebhands,but i still didn't hear the three-letterphrase that i wanted from you. that stupid, fucking phrase was all i wanted tohear and you could've uttered it,you could've uttered it. the moon was full tonight and i liketo think it waned just for me,and i also like to think that your paleeyes are counting the trillions of starswaiting to wrap me in yourarms again.
I Am Forever.Love me.My feet, broken, bruised, bleeding for I have trekked, forever, forever to be with youMy lungs, worn, weak, withering for I have held my breath, forever, forever to see your face a masterpiece painting on a canvas of white but you fall apart at the seams because seconds, minutes, hours, days, months