Packed down iron gates
And covered in black rose petals,
Home is not where the heart is.
This love of ours
A rush of blood to my cheeks
And a smirk on your face.
You gave me the words that allowed me to breathe.
You gave me the time that kept out fate
Our love was made of hate,
And our heads were filled with doubt.
Hands will pound on your chest
Blanket me with worry,
And i will help you live down your egotisitical muse to a pulp.
And swallow it…
I hope you choke.
I hope you remember my name in your throat.
I hope you call for help in the dark
Maybe then we won’t be so apart
A time for fears and tears.
I hope you feel my breath as it lingers here.
When your body is touched by fingertips unknown,
I hope you remember this.
That one day you allowed me to fall through the cracks,
Still, I kept looking forward.