Torn punches pulling body’s
Pages

Read smile soured by circumstance
Look envíes coma fervor

Steeling resolve fit for
regret covering pretty

Ash scars remembered  
Jubilee murdered by hand

Bury your ego into me as I hold onto what we were

The worry feigns silent comfort
Muting what can’t be said 

Do you know me? 

I’m lost in what I should’ve said

It won’t come out

But you’re waiting with captive expectations

I stare with quiet anguish dancing like flames watching us kiss this last time

The taste is wrong. Your lips taste of regret. But I want that taste more than any other sweetness escaping it’s captor. 

Your scent sustains the worst of me. This is a broken body dying to be useful as it’s cover peels off.