Bathed in kerosene, burning this field of tulips. My ineffable.
Cunning Queen of Hearts, vicious eucalyptus lips swindle one last kiss
Withering tulips beguiled from my fantasy I am dead petals
My star-crossed lover blooms in tulip reverie. She is an angel.
I hand her my spoiled apple.
“Do you want a bite?“
She had always chased the sadness inside of me.
Her eyes dart to the bedroom floor and stay there.
“It’s too much. This, what we have now, is enough.”
She pulls an airplane bottle of vodka from her tattered leather Kate Spade purse along with a Marlboro 27.
“When will you ever be mine?”
“At least I’ll always know I smoke better cigarettes than you.”
I snicker at my audacity. I know I’d promised my little sister I quit,
but I pull out my pack of Marlboro Black shorts.
All I need to feel is that sharp tug of nicotine in the back of my throat. Maybe, that would blunt the pain of her response.
I crack my knuckles in a nervous habit.
We’re literally sitting on my bed staring at each other.
There are dead butterflies in my stomach.
“I’m not a possession. We are impermanent. Anything else you could argue would be frivolous. I love you, isn’t that enough?”
Her words are like the strings of a puppet master, they beguile my will.
Her eyes are like narcotics. Potent.
I find myself doped from her hazel irises.
I’ve lost all conviction.
We eventually give in. Right?
“I love…I love you too.”
I juggle my spoiled apple from hand to hand. I’m famished.
I take a bite and wretch from its foul taste.
She just stares at me.
Her eyes show pity and little else.
I hold back my tears and continue to eat the foul fruit.
I must prove to her that I can stomach every last bite.
“Do you want me, right now?”
I concede that I am a foolish man. My hands know more of lust than love.
I submit to my Queen of Hearts,
my drug of no choice.
She knows my every hand before I can bluff.
I’ll always be an addict to people I cannot trust.
“You already know the answer. Let me taste you.”
I escape into euphoria. She has taken the safest parts of myself hostage.
Her nails dig into my back to remind me that I am hers.
The pain reminds me that I am most certainly alive.
I bite her lip to remind her that she is too.
Love is scarlet red. It trickles down my back and stains my bedsheets.
Love is dark purple. It bruises the lips that rarely smile.
Love is unrequited.
Lingering phantoms Dancing with these old vices The boy I was died
Moonlit ocean eyes falling into fantasy A sinful city
Puppeteer Princess, Your words stole the flavor from my dinner plate. My favorite meal became crushed tablets and stale cigarettes. You were no longer the high I chased. Love in the Northwest eludes me. Our queen-sized bed soon became a graveyard of expectations. It's funny, you used those acrylic nails to carve my name into a headstone but you could never bring yourself to write something meaningful like, "Forever Loved." I've always been nothing less than a possession. Do you remember when I left, you told me that you would place me in a box next to all of your forgotten lovers? You seem to trespass grief. You had always tried to paint me in shades that were too dark for either of us to see. Despite how much I could ever bleed, this monochrome love was too ugly for you to ever need. Winter sank its fangs into our vacant home. My estranged lover, where will you ever go? Sincerely, Your Graveyard Valentine
Drugs pool in black veins meditation with your ghost I am losing breath
Why can't you see me,
strung out from your sapphire eyes.
Lover in disguise.