Mirage.

taken.

Take my lies,

And, slice them open.

Take my nights,

And, make them yours.

Take my breath,

Tuck it in your,

Pack of cigarettes.

Take my voice,

Keep it in your heart,

Since, my little sighs

Are what you will lose

First, when you lose me.

Take me away,

To your lights,

Crowd, the loud music.

The heroin in their

Blood, along with the unfinished

Tragedies.

Take me to the moon,

To the northern dews,

So, that the sun can guide us back home.

To the pack of cigarettes,

To the nicotine stained lips,

To the wilderness,

In your fingertips.

Take my questions,

Seal them with,

Your teeth on,

My exposed waist.

Take,

I am allowing you to take.

However,

Don't promise anything in return.

Take away my remaining lenience.

I want nothing in return,

It wouldn't be the first time

I'll bleed.

I only want your silence,

I only want your Tuesday after-thoughts.

I only want you,

Etched in green,

Crumpled in my old newspapers.

I will find your berceuse,

And, I will merely

Take your reliance , in return.

That, and

Your dreamless rest,

And the rest of you.