Amaranth

I was an island
You were the sea
A torrent, a torment crashing into me
Moon made at midnight but our mystical explosion had no shadow in the searing sun –
Obscure… Obscure! No morphine, no cure!
Just a vague murmur in the wind; Hush, hush –
Hushed… like that blue betta on the floor,
Your secret doll; I sew my lips shut after I gorge myself on emptiness
Your mouth hot on mine, devouring, you lick my blood from your lips –
I’m a fatality, a vacant madness like your faraway eyes –
Those eyes that never look at me ferociously
Speaking without words, like exquisite crashing stars, soul into soul, undeniably
The – Most – Sweet – Est – Pain…
A love letter gaze, embers bursting into a sultry wildfire, scorching the page…
Poetry in cursive wind-caught pieces like fireflies in the air
Instead of blurry passages –
Love unwritten by your hand, hopeless devastation penned… in… intangible form
Sliding through my slippery, betrayal-drenched fingers –
As if my love was an insult
An appalling violence that must be silenced; You bled dry its sacredness into your silver cup
Amnesia dripping sweet between your lips
I exhaled my pain to the world but she threw my burden back at me
Citing irreconcilable fixations; razorblades and pulsing veins
I do well at choosing vacant eyes –
I do well at sacrifice, lift my wrists up to your blade, and you, no different –
Kissed her lips after kissing mine…
Tracked my pain across the bedroom floor; Prowling after a 9 pill high
Your rapid, brutal migration from all that we were
A spiraling reflection of our tearing shadows
Regret is a ghost; I hope it haunts your mind; Rubs you raw right to the bone
Seduces you into its bed, then kisses my name against your neck all night long
Moon falling sucks the stars from our night eyes –
Perforated pupils punched out like pretty paper dolls
Love riddled with abrasions; Put your savage soul back in its cage –
I’m handing you my last breath; I’ve heard that dyings all the rage
This feral web ruthlessly binds, this rusted blade won’t even slice my skin!
Death can be deadly, but beautiful; You did a thorough job on my dismemberment
Come kiss my scathing scars, while the shade of death wraps me like lace
I have no name, I never did; just two eyes without a face
Finish what you started; You know what comes next
The windows broken to my soul anyway…
I’ll never be your amaranth
I was an island
You were the sea
A torrent, a torment crashing into me
Smothered flame, bludgeoned love, wasted blood…
Blistered dreams, incinerated trust, fractured soul…
Cold steel blade plunging deep, behind a lovers silky smile…

Betrayal a callous place no mortal being should ever go

*Amaranth: purple imaginary flower that supposedly never fades.