kazza_baby
Bluelighter
Most guys think you’re delightful—
A tattered trinket,
Unlucky charm.
Eyes of steel catch them flicker
Never in a lifetime.
Apathy around a staggering stare
To nowhere in particular
Just so you slice through
The rising walls
Or a little girl’s star.
Dead as the empty classrooms
And the missing windows of your brick room.
Are lips cold and pale from the absence of a smile?
The absence of a kiss?
Darling, you’re not taking mine.
Not with your practiced innocence
Of sleepless nights in the toilet and malodorous dreams
Nor with the silent signals of your hasty heart
That misses a beat too soon
To notice what you’ve done.
You’re the viper in my closet
Poised to attack but be ready to recoil.
Most guys think you’re delightful,
But I see you as a threat.
And this send-off note is read aloud,
The lines have run out,
Along with your last breath.
A tattered trinket,
Unlucky charm.
Eyes of steel catch them flicker
Never in a lifetime.
Apathy around a staggering stare
To nowhere in particular
Just so you slice through
The rising walls
Or a little girl’s star.
Dead as the empty classrooms
And the missing windows of your brick room.
Are lips cold and pale from the absence of a smile?
The absence of a kiss?
Darling, you’re not taking mine.
Not with your practiced innocence
Of sleepless nights in the toilet and malodorous dreams
Nor with the silent signals of your hasty heart
That misses a beat too soon
To notice what you’ve done.
You’re the viper in my closet
Poised to attack but be ready to recoil.
Most guys think you’re delightful,
But I see you as a threat.
And this send-off note is read aloud,
The lines have run out,
Along with your last breath.
