eyes reflecting
moonlight
velvet and violet
an aura of nervousness
swear i can hear my heart
beating to an unsteady rhythm
making this quiet night
a dark disco
it begs to fly away
you and i
pink undertones
just above your bones
i tell you should eat a little more
you always seem so unsure
blue eyes turn grey
before either of us are ready
we collide
like mixing paint
violet and i

my love is citrus fruit
and an angel’s wings
cherry lips and blossoms spring

my love is pomegranate rubies
and clouds soft and fluffy
pure desire and mellow honey

my lover is a dark night sky
and a warm pink morning
a rainy afternoon and a snowy storming
a ****** petal’s dew
a bird’s sweet courting
a chorus that we sing
a view worth adoring

my love is a whisper
and soft feeling in the fingers
warm cinnamon and a mocha taste that lingers

want to darken my soul
well that was done a long time ago
but doesn't mean you should go
we can still live dangerously
even when i promise
"i'll be safe" "It's okay"
and we do it anyway
i break a thousand times
and you say that you don't mind
i smile too, but i do

this is the face
i will show you
when it's over
this is the skin
i will peel for you
when we're over
this is the knife
and i will bleed for you
when this is over

My innocence was lost in the span of 30 minutes at most
I fell asleep in your bed and suddenly you melted me like sweet sundaes
Hot and stinging like a macchiato
You made a simple request and I’m a good boy so I’ll make you proud
Choking on sour candy was too much, my ***** made it bitter
Today is the best day ever, clouds high, blinds low, I smile and bare it
My gray utility pants around my thighs
My keys: a bell ringing lightly
My face in the sheets, everything red pansies and cinnamon bears
[It] was cotton and metal and salt in my mouth
Glitter glue filled my veins and I lay still, catching my butterflies
Flooding my lungs
Pull me back and simply rest for a while
You’re a ****** kisser
After, I bled in the toilet, my head in my hands
No tears- I just looked at myself in the mirror, my hair ******, my eyes wide and diluted
Realizing

a rotten hole
in heart that has died
suddenly fills with butterflies

leaves that quiver
flowers that bloom
from the ruins
of the tomb

from the carcass
grows green vines
who’s bitter grapes
make sweet wine

everything’s gone wrong
nothing is right
and yet we kiss
and hold tight

to frail hands
and battered bones
until the end
until everything goes