LOVERS OR VICTIMS ?

we were not lovers as much as we were victims.

as much as we were ill-fated enough to be coincidentally existing, stranded in a pool of codependancy.

white dress, in my hand a box of matches

i think they wrote us wrong.

listen to me: It's not i love you as much as it's a statement .

as much as it's a death sentence.

spray paint on a brick wall and your "run" a faint whisper.

we take the chance everytime.

listen to me: let's throw the tapestry into the fire laugh as we watch it burn.

iron out the upspeak and feel its heat between our fingers.

there are no fine lines anymore, only skin .

our touch a statement, embellished in bold.

you lick the burns off my fingers, and i dont even cry.

there is nothing left to shed tears any longer.