666 Wishes

I was a pink moon

all my poems blended red

and my arms are stems

I'm at your door

cause you're still stuck in my head

give me water

God, I'm dying 

but it still feels like I'm flying

I haven't eaten anything

so it's probably the nicotine

I am white and bright red packaging

I want to fill your lungs

blood and bones is all I have to give

but it's better than having none

down the street

you see that shadow?

just a hint of who I am

the man with six hundred and sixty six wishes

told me he would kick my can

so I gave in to the let down

and I let you tear my heart out

f*****g keep it if you need

but don't pretend it's what you want