You adore my shiny slivers of insanity,
Mere splinters that caught in my weave
When my being was hewn from madness
I charm you with my quiet ways
While flurries of words drag their nails
On the echoing inside of my skull
My evasiveness lures you into my arms
And my heart sinks through my bones
As my pores recoils from your touch
My saccharine crust thins on your tongue,
Bruising your mouth and making you run
To something more palatable
Pick me out of a crowd of painted faces and read into my sleep-drunk eyes and tangled hair a passionate wildness that does not exist.
Drown in my shallow depths as I string together convoluted sentences that mean nothing, words that I use to shade our days with the sepia tones of yesterdays being deliberately created for tomorrow.
Lie with me in the halo of our entwined arms and breathe as our country falls to pieces around us.
Give me something more than these stubborn, silent distances caked with dust. Give me something more- promises that splinter with a whisper, delicate threads of melted sugar.
I gutted myself,
Spread my innards before you-
A gross picture
Of inopportune truths.
So carve out the bullets
Lodged in your soul
Lay them down with mine,
Before we dissolve.