We once were more

than just once upon a time.

I clung to your subliminal words

desperately with both hands,

remembering black lashed eyes

manipulating me like putty,

as I wandered desolately

in empty stretches of unpaved road,

my heart helpless in your cage,

frantically peering through

your blue tinged soul windows.

The darkness of you grew cold,

while midnight halted at the gate.

I spoke to you with desperate teeth

clinging onto your threads of dust,

prone bodies on moon’s floor.

I paraphrased your face in

heavy anchors of pain, watching

as pathos grew within my heart,

while smoky nights and loneliness

lingered in fabricated promises,

spitting in longing’s face,

kicked cavalierly to the curb,

my twirling globe of love,

hanging on a clothesline of empty.

you bend the truth 

until it cracks 

you watch it bleed 

and you plant roses 

on my grave 

and expect it to grow 

you knocked the words out of my lungs 

and expect me to breathe 

through the ventilator of you 

you kiss lies 

with the words I love you 

you whitewashed the past 

with white out

you blot out the blood 

with your lips 

you lap up my feelings 

with your tongue 

and push down my throat 

and devour the bitter aftertaste of your sickening love

you dust my tongue with sugar 

and got me addicted to the sweet taste of sin 

you origami the truth 

and make it beautiful 

you write poetry with your lies 

you sing lullabic tunes 

stripped from the songs I sing while 

I fall asleep in your crystalized 

eyes encased with chipped truths

and you hold me and tell 

me this is LOVE ........

but I know otherwise 

to say anything 

because you keep me warm 

you keep me warm

I am a blood sucking parasite just trying to feel 

all I wanna do is feel alive 

Upon a time, we were.

Once.

You wait for your 'ever after'

-happily-

your 'ever more'...

Shall I quoth the raven?

Literal words orchestrated to penetrate subliminally

sublimely coaxing

Petals to loosen

Now leaking-

In anticipation

of my tongue to stop

Speaking

Fabric promises to reveal

seething desperation

Thread by thread removed proves our singular truth:

Love's globe revolves Solely, slowly around the moon-

Her fairy tale carriage halts at dawn's gate,

When soggy kernmantle is emptied of bound wrists

*with immense apologies