Outer Space
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
Had my wings coated in
soaking hot oil, pouring
into the ocean of our toxic,
intoxicating love.
A black widow without warning,
that left a crow like me, ripped
apart—wide open; you took your
knife and drove it deeper into
my skin.
Gore like this has my soul
disturbed, your violence arrived
like hair-raising notes played on
untuned violins.
A massive attack that made me
wish I could turn back; a love so
unkind I sought to rewind time.
Your kerosene-stained caresses
kept me careening, like a car crash
waiting, because its brakes are failing.
Barbwired kisses that left my lips bleeding.
Keep your misery the next time you decide
to break a poor man just because you can.
Before you commit another carnal crime,
hold onto your lies, before you waste
another life.
“knife and drove it deeper into”
— Kerosene — A Poem About Volatility
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a…
my love is just another crutch; a whole circus, tainted by trust. oh wizard me, enchanted thee;…