What can I say?
I don’t know really
Things have been escaping
From my lips for too long,
Including your sugar sweet kisses.
Hell I wish that things were different
I wish that you weren’t in control
Of my heart black as raven’s wing,
You the joker of the deck suddenly
Holding all the cards.
Not your Queen of Hearts
But the Ace of Spades
Singled out and thus
Digging myself deeper
Into darkness and despair.
Not deep Crimson Queen
Opening gracefully to Courtly King
But black as the Jack
Making incisions to leave scars
Pink and marred on flesh,
Almost red, as a half-hearted romance.
Crying tears that never fall
Carving names that never heal
Opening scars that never fade
Screaming words that can’t be heard
Pouring out crimson into a
Bland bathroom sink,
Thick spatters stark against cool ceramic.
They say that pain is to know how love feels
So why won’t these exit wounds hurt?