MANIC PIXIE DUST

Manic// there are still pills under your tongue when you kiss me.

and every time your high become lower and lower your lips taste sweeter.

what's sweeter talk than no talk at all.

soft// i melt in your arms and smile when you leave

and to mask the salt i press candy laughter to my gums, let it bubble when you return

to know the art of waiting is art in itself.

behold pixie// i was tiny enough for you to bunch in your fist and throw on a bed.

to loose in your pocket untill the next smoke.

and i wonder if am still your dreamgirl.

if you will still crave me

an insistent pink in your cloud of grey.

when your highs and lows meet once again 

at the midnight crosswords you once left them at storytime.

If i must confess, i don't know which one of us is lost anymore.