Your eyes a crimson red to which they blind me from a distance
Fleeing from my cartilage and all my broken bones
...Leave forth, dear sir... for I am the one that keeps you broken
Heartless wanderer that tends to break you and make you fall to your knees
I am not the one that deserves the gratitude for your condolences...
...Save that for yourself...
You breathed fire into my lungs and burned my heart with a tasteless kiss
Beautiful orange and yellow flames cast into my like a thousand monarchs running from their cocoons
Shuttering in the flames, burnt bodies... a thousand dead... broken butterflies...
Meandering lies.
...But to you I wasn't as broken as I seemed... I couldn't break your spirits if I tried.
Your pieces shattered like a mirror before my eyes... only to replace again...
One section at a time
"Beautiful disaster," you cried out with your crimson eyes on my back
I turned to you and brushed against your lips as your teardrops tasted my tongue
Perspiration and fear masked out by lavender oils and love's tranquility...
...Good always covered your evil...
Beautiful purity covered up your sins... but even shielded behind those eyes, I could still taste every impurity, every dirty deed, and every hopeless nightmare cast into the dream catcher that hung beside your bed...
...Never to leave home without it...
Your fabrications handed to me with every sweat drop I tasted... as if you dropped it there, only so I could read all your secrets… as if your DNA was planted in the palm of my hand...
So every dirty part of you I could cleanse with my desires...
Your heart lurked around mine and I could feel it's grimy claws writing its name into mine.
With every scratch I pondered and ached and felt every nerve in my body clench...
...Love hurts sometimes...
I was yours now?
If that is what you believed...I'll be your restless wanderer in the maple treetop when the owl toots its late night howls.
Will you slave me?
Beneath crimson sheets that painted your eyes darker than they seem
I can see your soul in those eyes...
I can see your lies.
But love upon an empty heart to fill up one's glass and drink me forever...
For I would not waste this offer even through your filth...
I'll pour my soul into your emptiness if you will share yours into thee.
"Beautiful disaster," you say.
Hang my heart out to dry on the clothesline by the sea...
When the ocean blows its salt into my wounded heart...
I'll know that under the pain that stings my shrinking heart...
That the love you sent me was only one of your deceiving kisses.
If you only promise to (pretend to) love me...
I'll promise to never leave.
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