You look like a dream.
I have not yet decided if you reside in my most beautiful nightmare.
You mark imprints on my skull with your footsteps
And trace over my body with the graphite of your pencil.
I do not belong in a chalk outline
Because you could never kill me
And golden bridges will not let me fall.
I crush you into sand,
Snort as a drug,
As you read this warning label on toxic love.
You pick me up as I lay bleeding out on this hardwood,
Brush my wet hair,
And ask the Lord to supply me strength.
May God grant mercy on your soul
And the devil look upon you with a smile.
Peel back my skin,
So you may see the bags under my eyes,
Your little present.
Hold my face with the callus of your palms,
Intertwine my fingers with yours,
And clink our silver rings together.
You sleep so soundly when we lay in the same bed,
Next to each other and that much closer to death.
It makes me want to crawl into your skin,
So, I may always be a part of you;
Two souls, colliding in a moment.
I capture your essence in pages bound together,
With a cover fair to judge.
A fairytale with no pictures,
Where only the main characters are written in first-person.
So now,
I rip these pages,
Bundle them into logs,
And use you to warm my fireplace.
I wear perfume so you may inhale my essence to be drugged,
Knowing this is a two-way obsession.
I am your gift,
As I save some wrapping paper for cigarettes,
Am rolled with tobacco,
And light myself on fire.
We may mix ashes,
As we choose an addiction.
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An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
