Eyes Salivate Under Toxic Airwaves As The Guitar Gently Cries.

& i lay stuck on you like a piece of fabricated species,
                          [ an obliteration ]
      a fake, made-up piece of illusion that you draw in your 6 o'clock nightmares.




if i were to pin-point the last time i felt this dead,
              i swear,
  it'd date back to my past life.



what if my velcro were to break
        &i was just a hallucination hanging from your bedside table?
  [would you even say "i miss that girl" under your breath?
            or would you leave my grave an empty space like the rest?



your melodic voice still freezes broken bones,
                              &shudders a missing shoulder blade.

      i stay, unmoving
                  but somehow, still dancing like helena's spirit,
        [ even you couldn't take that from me, baby. ]


dwindling down underneath your chiseled-out chin,
                      i whisper,
      "you could boil my blood
& chug it all night long, my silent vampire,
          but dearest,
    just remember that i was the juliet to your romeo,
                      &you fucked it up."



          tell me,
  "how does it feel to have the world,
                  but be haunted by the darkness that you used to say
                                  "i love you" to?"