When I Believed

Let us sin.

In order to feign forgiveness.

Let us seek revenge.

To gather what little is left of reality. In puke green tinted walls. Reeking of

        unshed sadness. With sprinkles on top, cancerous tumors.

What is yours?

    My blasphemous bittersweet saline potion of horror.

   The hand that rocks the cradle, risks getting bitten.

     Feed me.

Hold me as no other has.

  And as you touch me, do not let me forget.

   What has made me. What nurtures me.

     The fact that you are a shell, within an abandoned building.

The look in your eyes.

Are twirling daggers of pain.

A pond full of consecrated lily pads. Floating like bodies. Transversing with eager brushes against foreign familiarity. 

         Only one, that is all we need.

The taste you resonate in my mouth,

Is barely concealed with the caricature of your fingerprints.

Upon my peaches and cream skin.

 In midnight breaths,

  upon hot to the touch atmosphere, glass.

    Cranked up. Ready to ride.

The way your words swim within my heart.

A tourniquet of the past.

I believed, in what could be.

I ask(ed) no questions.

Allowed you to pulverize suicide, and here I remain.

 In a forest where you will find what I did not intend.

  Because I believed.

    Carried our sapling to the proper place.

      Served it love, spliced with silver.

        Watched as it slithered through my veins and blossomed.

A lustful leach.

Transformed. Blooming into full out,

Blistering Love.

Some men die...under the well,

 drilling for revitalizing life force, wealth.

  Some die..looking for something to make them swell.

What is gone, will forever be lost.

When I believed,

I did not realize the cost.