It's an escapade in a different language. Juggling knives drunk under the deceitful smell of Dolce and Gabbana. Don't act like you don't remember.
Lighting matches and lighting up the room
and listening close to what you don't say during the silence on the patio in the middle of the day.
I loved you always but I never want to see you
in all my bad dreams.
With head a c h e s.
I want you to believe the frozen state and that I don't change. Don't come after me and think I'll change. Don't count on me not to hurt your feelings when the windows are shut.
I
can't
always
do
it.
But I'll be sorry everyday. I'll be the mistress and I'll be glory when everything is over.
The cupcake in it's wrapper.
The newspaper on the front door.
Damn, I'll-be-yes-reliable. What I would give if you
would just know my passwords and what I'm going to say next.