my scars pained me, but you never knew you didn’t bother to ask about that demons only mattered if they were yours so we both ignored the ones eating me you made a habit of fooling me so I made a habit of covering my skin with my empty love I cried for you in vain that night you mocked me for my indescretion so I bit my tongue on my admittance you made a habit of hurting me so…
the strangest things remind me of her a spot of orange paint on my laptop cord from the time when she helped me paint my brother’s room, for once such things were fun for her and not a chore much like me
plucking stars from the night sky to place them under your crown o king, can you not light my way? I long for your knight in the moon my shadows become me an old dress made from gravestones to wear as I bow before your might dignity found between two of us becomes armour for dear sir knight her beauty mocks me our future is built from the past yours is noble and bright chivalry mine is built from the…
kiss me good, knight your valour cures evil and begs my chastity but I know you won’t my heart’s own love led me to the gallows but you never saw my dangling feet would you lift me to your dear heavens if I were to ask? I know I’m too shy when I fell to earth it swallowed me down and I became it’s child dust to dust to seed should I now blossom would you pick my bloom? willingly,…
porridge boils to burn my mouth for I take it far too sweet what else can I do? she was my bread and butter and he my cup of tea but now I dine on cake with honey and drink my vodka straight do I deny one for the other? no but they’ve forsaken me breakfast will never be the same
keep your saviour god, I need no saving your plastic crosses are just depressing what happened to the tree? once you wrote on paper but now only read from screens your lines will destroy you I am not without sin, I am before it my morality falls wide of your notions can I sing your charms? my gods become more than yours by being less it’s a simple complication your aspect of faith postdates mine on the card yet the…
apparantly our rebelling failed halt this weekend non-conformist your crumpled heart was brought low but this plague of words doesn’t end a glass jar filled with paper scars explanations forgotten in telling hold the sign higher from your face our dying revolution gives birth ideas flaking off my frozen melody freedom songs in tattered blue skirts
the crimson saints are singing painting sins upon their knees confessing your name to all you made me your dirty queen but your testimony left me dry no iron cross can protect me now your faerie bread gone to dust rouge my lips with your wine unsought thirst for redemption begged baptism to wash you off your faith lay between the sheets while I was hanging from crosses
how’s your mother now, sister? did she call you home? I saw you in quarantine catch me a garden through your keyhole scared of colour it’s an open door you’re kept inside, hurry I’m coming for you
there’s a bridge I’d like to jump would you miss me? the water calls murky and deep forget to swim two pale swans on the surface I am below