P.s. Love The Black

Make a wish upon your middle finger

Wasting your affections

On another dark haired girl

With skin so pale

It's translucence

Pulls you in and chokes you up

I just came by to kill you

Nobody was home

From hips to lips

And everything between "collide"

She cried and chalked one up

To her myriad of thoughts

Abscess

I'm trusting you to stab me

In the back, beloved betrayer

It fell straight from heaven

Burning brighter than

Your hopes of being one of them someday

It bared its teeth

And shook the ground beneath

Your feet

It held you close

Tore you limb from limb

And then it left you.

Distraught disguised

Our abhorrence

Victimized I died from laughing

At your consuming lust

For sustenance

A word could break

Ideas in comatose states

As passive thoughts strike

At the only comfort I can't bare

I tried to please

But only wound down on my knees

Refusal to comply

It ends in dissension from the self

An anchor to hell

The vessel rests light on the shell

Your grade school blasphemy

Is making my skin crawl