perishable. keep cool. handle with care.
the silence hangs in the air like a string tying us loosely together. my guilt wraps itself around the string, and has it in it's mind that it could worm itself into you. but we're still in love right. the air is more sour than damp and cosmically i realize i have never been alone ever. it breathes out of time to us. you think you might be a killer. i wouldnt put it past you and if im lucky, ill be your next victim. save us all a lot of trouble. perhaps the world feels the way it does because im already dead. the heavy damp air weighing on my chest as dirt. which is all to say i am very unhappy and you take my head in your hands. which is all to say this is a memory and i do not love you anymore. which is all to say that it has been months and i am still buried alive. but we're still in love right. no, dont answer that. you carved out my eyes a long time ago but i can still hear the silence when your breathing doesnt fill the room or the open air country. this is love as gore and a sex tape as a snuff film. its not elicit its just cruel and hard to come by and hard to do right when its faked. which is to say you kill him in your dreams and one day youll kill me too. i am asking a lot of you i know. but youre a vampire of sorts and i know when i open my mouth ill say something sweet and you will take the chance to pounce and lick every ounce of honey off my lips. and the blood too of course but thats the same thing and we both know it. who am i if not what i give to you. what is this if not a series of questions. are you still misunderstood? do you still dream? do you still get sentimental and mean when you're high? how much of what you are now is what you were before?