Let’s dance to Joy Division
And kiss to Morrissey
Listen to music and lay with me
Until your scent is on my sheets
Bring me half dead flowers in the morning,
And trace my smile with your
Cigarette tainted thumb
As you kiss me on the cheek
Whisper coffee-kissed nothings
Into my impatient ears
As I watch you forget to lock the door
Every time you leave
His lips taste like crisp peppermint and a hot summer’s day
(but they’re no longer mine to taste).
His touch leaves butterflies in my stomach and trails of warmth on my skin
(but it’s no longer mine to feel).
His love is a familiar song which I can’t quite name
(but now the record is no longer playing).
You lit a fire inside of me.
You began kindling it when we met,
and it grew stronger every moment I spent thinking of you.
Most people say they get butterflies, but me?
My stomach acid is gasoline and the moment we kissed,
you threw a match into it without a second thought.
Your hands burn my body, but I like the pain.
Your lips taste like ash and smoke and I swear, I’m addicted.
You keep me warm and light my way, but I’m scared;
because just as easily as you lit the fire,
you could put it out –
and all I’d be left with
heart shaped burn.
My hands grow weak as I
behold in the dim light
my unsure feelings’ flight
and I wonder but why
you’ve fallen for me in
a tangle of teen sin
and broken melodies.
And I beg you t0 please,
approach with caution and
hold on tight to my hand
because I’m afraid of love
but I can’t stop the sands
of time from falling
to bury our bodies
broken and bruised with
I can’t stop myself from
falling deeper each day,
so please catch me
and I promise that I
will drown forever and ever