grey pea coat

i keep checking the time.
(otherwise known as my life thermometer)
right now (2:45am) and you know i don't make these things up.
i bet i could listen to this song on repeat forever.
the title alone makes my teeth fall out.

my lips are stained wine.
dead blood growing like moss
over my skin.
i'm going to have to tell the truth someday.
but i can't remember how any of this started.
probably had something to do with his cigarette fingers
or the monster teeth of his jeans.
how quickly he pulled my hair
and my dry mouth sputter.

i saw him today. we touched.
he couldn't believe his eyes
and i just thought
"of course i see you now."
his hair is short, ears all pink with chill.
there was a sadness draped around him.
he mouthed my name. (or the words he calls me.)
i shook my head and walked away.
he pushed me into a building.
even with pain present there was nothing to say.
i let my eyes well up with tears.
he just touched my hands.
ran his fingers over the scars on my knuckles.
"let me go." i said.
his fingers tightened around mine.
"let me go."
when he didn't i pushed him away
and walked back into the street. 

even monsters cross the street.