to: all the boys who have broken hearts and left dry stars in their wake.

you are a fever i am learning to live with. ━━━ prose & poetry

you called me angel then put a cigarette to my lips. ©2017PO

the cigarettes won't save me now. yet, the lungkiller sits mercifully between my teeth to grant me a temporary bliss in exchange for my health. it's not like i'm going to live forever. OR i've glitterglued my bones together and taped my eyes open; you're everywhere in my mind and the veins in my heart (whatever's left of it) has run rotten and the way my lip has been abused to get rid of your leftover molasses is astounding but why aren't you gone? you haven't erased yourself from my history, instead letting the fading lines slice into me and baby i'm running out of sweetness; you may just turn me bitter.

poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞

[ POETRY/PROSE ] slipping free-falling revolutions on torchlit tongues.