Ambrosia

i.

❝ I always want to walk to your bed,

My skin in all roses

Sheets silk, chrome red.

I could never take you in full dozes,

Cupid's drunk on heartache

Our devils need us close

But your love was always just a keepsake.

"No right time for the wrong thing, Ambrose,"

There's a vacancy in the room where you belong

The only thing left of us is ourselves

One tear saved god, religion's song.

All the prettiest deaths are taken off the shelves

I'm more alone surrounded by those who love me most,

I guess nothing worth holding lets itself be held

The deepest yearnings only serve regret, body cicatrose.

Severance was inevitably impelled. ❞

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an original by me <3