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