superman

[bycandlelight]

the one with dying regrets
peeling away layers to shove hearts into your chest
if they opened up would he have a better chance
at what
or if it stopped consuming me
repeated cuts on powdered glass
softly spoken into ears "this is special"
the kiss coming from you
a week of humor preparing
nothing ever felt

so special its over
i should have fallen asleep on the way home
reality not grasping
in hands as small as yours
that perfectly placed knife, sharpened by your falling smile
if futures predicted
i would have run you over

its quiet outside where they watch
monday night is over
beguiling smiles warming organs
and i want to tie silver cords around your neck
to drag you through mud behind me
leave you buried under snow, im sitting in the fire
its my condition that nursed this
thursday whispers lips on his
winners never leave
where am i going
write out letters in temporary feelings
fuck your face
planes break upon shorelines slower than love stories
suicide romantics stick to walking
i kiss you goodbye with bleeding lips
rewrite stories to hide mistakes
and my name is scratched into your mind all day
your pockets hold the cards, 2 of hearts in handfuls
its trite and dangerous
so im drawing this map for you
who is just as lost as me

does it hurt to hear this
or does it make you hate me
does it even matter
would you ever tell me
does this even matter