your blood was too beautiful to infect your insides

[wtrmelnlipgloss]

your blood is beautiful
and your insides are infected
with lies and untruth. dirty
beyond cleansing. but
your exterior, the
cleanest of all.
but the part i love to hate,
and hate to love. misfortunes
are read in books. and
poetry is made
out of stars
your scent is bittersweet
and i can't seem
to get your
memory out of my head.
running... far from
everything. everything dark
and in the distance
my face is faulted by your
death.
another lonely surprise
buried under
the graves.
the chapstick healed
the skin of your
bloody lips.