to love with words without emotion
a prose you couldn’t worship
i take the tones of your face
pinks and blues, hidden yellows
shades you were used to
emotions you couldn’t grasp to
i lie in the sun-kissed
lips of your lies, eyes of your stubbornness
they call it abuse, i call it masochism
we love things which are poisonous
souls who are noxious
i take your toxic, breathe your fumes
hold you close
can’t let you go
we walk within the night
holding the eve of your shadows
a blue moon, we frolic
you break my back and crack my spine
how do you walk if you’re not awake
how do you speak if you can’t take
i crawl on the toes you used to love
details of myself which gave you all
to lust your body, to give me hell
you broke bones, i couldn’t tell
blue moon