you are a precipiceand I like to live a little too dangerouslyrushing headlongwhen I see the fallshattering ecstasysuch delicious violencecolour me satedwhen blood is drawn

do you know how beautifulyou are?someone's going to want to break your heart

every time you taste happinessfor a little too longI hope it stabs you,the memory of what you did to us

this love is disproportionate give me more of youleave me more of me

on a scale of 1. not at all but you still tell women 'you know you can tell me anything, right?' to spilling secrets that are not yours to share into the ears of other people in bars, how trustworthy are you?2. dead drunk but you still told everyone not to touch you because you love your girlfriend that one ...

you brought out the dictionarymade her swear on every synonym for over, left, brokenframing your questions in all possible wayscovering all bases in uncoveringyour guile nowhere near sufficientfor her deceitmy aunt looking for proposals for her daughter, adjusted her shawl and with a youthful laugh once saidan old man marrying a young girlis like buying a book for other people to read

love is warfarewe both knowonly one of us comes back alive

I wanted you to hold meuntil the sadness disappeared it did -like salt in waterno one can see it nowbut it is all I can taste

don't tell me todrop the fucking knifeafter you made me feel unsafe

I have known what it isto starve; I have notforgottenbut to be without your loveis a hunger gnawingat my very bonesI sit here listening;let it consume everythinginside me

the numbers can't go wrongyou said, but I know how they lieevery hour of silence stretchesinto infinity whenyou leave

what do you dowhen loveleaves?like leaves falling from a treeall too suddenly and all too slowand you areleftthe station is an empty echothe train is gonethe dust motes dance no moreleft, behindleft, what is remainingleft, not rightit is never rightbut it isit is what it isyou waityou wait it outyour waitingis not waitingit is not waiting foryou wait in silence, ...

wait until she leaves youwhen you wake up to a life drenched in grief, limbs heavyher scent still on your skinthe coloured-everything-and-then-left ache of her unloving, the absent presence of hereverywhere, every minute, her laughter, her warmthher throaty, brazen whispers wait until you wake up feeling her hands on you and thenremember she is gonethe echoing emptinesswhen the once-abundant waterfall ...

I want to be the scar you talk aboutthe one that you can't name

travelling back to where you arethis train hurls itself forwardI am forever rear-facingthe outside unfolding in reverseno surprises there, it's all passed by mebeforeI don't know if I have passed you tooor if you have left

I neverhave to wishyou love me morefor you love me enoughand this enoughnessis just enoughfor me

you used to love me when you were drunksobriety never became usbut I longer answer your drunk textsa spoilsport, I won't play the gamedirect your calls elsewhereto someone who will staywhen the liquor endsI didn't love you at allno, not even then.

the moth,seeing lightreflected inthe water,dived, died.but I, seeingthe light in your eyes,dare not look,let alone dive

tea mixed with regretspent bullets in the dustknives sliding across the tongueblood on metalthe scent of you in the morningsafter you've spent yourself on someone elsenothingnessan emptiness too vast to fillexcept with every last drop of your bloodscreaming with no sounda steady drowningslowly and then all at oncecatching firethe cold ashes of everyone you've ever lovedperfume sprayed on the inside of your wrista dead body ...

sometimes I ordera fat mug of steaming coffeejust to hold something warmthen I picture your heartpulsating in my palmshot blood spilling into cold airthe fire it kindleskeeps me warm for dayslet the coffee go cold