The brick blockade stands tall,
My love is severed by this wall,
My heart broken into two—
The only remedy is a kiss from you.
Ill met by torturous moonlight,
A lioness guarding the tree in sight,
It bears its teeth, and I flee fast,
If only I had known that day would be our last.
Your corpse so wretched and sad,
(I think I have finally gone mad)
His is the sword I chose to die on
And now we'll never see another dawn.
there's a jar on my nightstand;
it used to be my grandmother's
but i recycled her memory
into a pandora's box full of happiness.
the slips of paper are periwinkle
with dark purple penned messily,
I wake up under covers or chains,
Alone in a bed I didn't sleep in,
Clothes like a straight-jacket around my limbs,
My thoughts locked in the prison of my brain.
Outside it is snowing—a cotton cover,
my horoscope said i would lose someone dear to me,
you've never really believed in that astrology,
but i click on yours, and what i see staring back
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