#bad romance
Lo que te hace bien, nunca sobra. Nunca es una perdida de tiempo, es un respirito. El mío, definitivamente tiene que ver con bailar.
My
starlight in a bottle boy,
burning up from the inside.
My beloved supernova.
Finally come to end it all?
Finally going to let us rest?
Solar flare,
don’t you dare
burn
our house
down.
Time can only
heal the entry wound of the
poison barb
you left inside me:
rotting love,
festering longing -
purple toxin living in my
blood.
Your hand in
my hand,
but
time struck and
you stumbled —
down,
down,
down —
oh,
were our shattered knees
and
scraped hands,
blood-tinged teeth —
were they worth it?
(Was it worth it to
clasp
our hands
so tightly that
one circle, two —
rings of fire,
surrounding us both
forever?)
You love that little blade:
cradle it’s handle oh so gently.
Sing it soft songs to sleep.
Warm it’s metal with your rest laden body.
You love that little blade -
even when it cuts.
Oh,
sweet memory,
the icy blade between my
bones.
Oh, sweet love,
the ailment lingering in my
blood.
Oh, sweet agony,
burning through my
lungs.
Oh, sweet lover,
lost from me
forever.
Oh, sweet sadness:
eternal companion and
penance.
And he saved you from
disaster and ruin,
your beautiful fire-starting boy.
The flames he lets lick your
salt-soaked remains
don’t change that.
Many times,
he saved you.
Many times.
(It only takes once for
destruction
to lay waste.)
(It only takes
forever for a
heart to break.)
Carved your name into my
cold bones
and was stunned when you showed yours:
pristine.
Something tender,
something sweet;
loveliness found in
rotten meat.
I opened my arms to comfort you
and
you went for my throat with a snarl.
Monsters need love, too
(but only on their terms).
I’m so tired of this
heartache
wrapped in
barb wired love.
Drink my daydreams of
us
from my
shivering
belly button.
Let me clasp my hands around you and
hold your
venomous maw
against my womb.
Beloved betrayer.
Erstwhile naysayer.
Dearest love,
I am
devoted
to you and your
damnation.
That poison from that cracked rock -
I drank it, too.
I drank it, too.
Lick the salt from my eyes
and
kiss the copper from my lips -
embrace me one last time,
beloved.
Sup on my sorrow and
drink me dry.
I would let you
bury your dagger
of
deceit and accusations,
as long as you did it
while
you held me
one
last
time.