Sadistic Lover

When they speak of love

darkness envelops you and you bleed onto paper,

tears dripping on feathers,

slow as the kiss of death.

When they speak of being in love,

you shrink back into a star;

bright you flicker as you bleach your heart into salt.

When they speak of an never ending love,

you run on clipped wings,

flapping soundlessly like a thief,

tripping and flying.

When they speak of a failed love,

you stand arrogant

shaking your hips to a tune from your sculpted lips,

you twirl like a leaf in bliss about to mate with the sun

you carve the smirk onto your soul

when they turn to you for comfort,

you take their nimble hands

into your eye sockets and you let the tears drown them

your clothes permeated with bitter dark chocolates and blue rainbows

you hugs them close,

while you watch them sink with a smirk


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