gardens of dead flowers\u2014
\nsweet nothings plucked from my ear\u2014
\nin a crypt,
\nstolen railroad pieces in a bone yard,
\nscrappy bracelet glimmering like diamond in a marble town*.
\ni\u2019ll wear any grace you give like a badly fit costume,
\nwatch it slip off, a gift from me to the breeze
\nas i sail atop your friend\u2019s car, trying not to be skinned,
\nfor i wonder if you would like me the same if i was but a mind
\nthough i know you love to swing upon my wiry frame as a jungle gym,
\nfeeding the lost animals looking for a home.<\/p>\n
we burn like your cigarette between the lips i crave,
\nas the sunlight caresses you like a seductive mistress.
\nyour breath wraps around me in cigarette smoke and promises.
\nthrow it away, cough it out, get it out of your system.
\ni\u2019m still there for now, phlegm in the back of your throat.
\nare you sick of it yet? am i still enough? am i what you want?
\nam i right for you or am i right here?
\nsmall pond kids, would you still endear
\nif you realized you were the eighth wonder of the world,
\ntrapped in country crevasses,
\nheld back with ropes of curled eyelashes
\nby me, the cave creature you claim to love?<\/p>\n
but for now, i\u2019ll love you as we plan together to see all the land,
\ndancing in smoke from illegal fireworks under bridges,
\npainting differently hued fingernails in stores until banned,
\nplaying sports with bloody knees and sweaty kisses,
\nrunning through beams of half-finished houses,\u00a0our own temporary homes.
\ni’ll get drunk off your intoxicating touch until the bartender calls last call,
\nas we’re hanging off roofs with stunning sights envious of you,
\nchasing in hide and seek like prey and predator through glittering night,
\npetting every stray animal in sight, no matter the smell,
\nvisiting watercolor lakes life forgot and painting ourselves in mud.
\nand the goosebumps you give will purify my arsenic skin to porcelain.<\/p>\n
sweet kisses leave candy crusts on cheek
\nuntil they wash off in the drowning sea of our lying love.
\nsweet-tooth teeth fall with words of passion,
\nbut don\u2019t spill bloody \u201ci love you\u201d-s
\nif just to fill the cavities.
\nsay it only if you mean it,
\nonly if teeth coming behind are mine to keep,
\neven if another\u2019s tongue drags across.
\nwe\u2019ll build forts of pillow talk in broken childhoods barren of any tooth fairy,
\nand it will take me two minutes to write your name in my messy journal,
\nbecause the name that i write is your name, so it has to be written well.
\na small nothing, for you deserve heavens i cannot give,
\nas i am but a small, simple kid
\nwith big words to hurl
\nin a love affair.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
*Marble town is synonym for graveyard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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