Lysari-Reden

every man is a conqueror, every woman a whore & though we pretend to be extraordinary we are no different you desired me when i was unattainable; a legend & i, you, for you were a trophy boy proof that i was wanted now we hold each others' shards single fragments of affection boasting, lusting, losing we will forget it all.

& god, the scars run so deep to the bone, to the marrow as though with the first kiss you rooted a hook into some deep, unknown recess of my untouchable soul every touch, a steely stitch all that we gave to each other embedded in the core of my flesh so when my lips pressed one final kiss to your smooth, perfect cheek every good thing tore from me ripped me, cut me down to the core i was mangled flesh wound upon wound it took years yes, years to resemble anything like a human again i was a thief in scar-tissue skin plagued with dreams each night & then you came back to kiss every scar but, god, how they ache when you're away.

she is dark & fractured one is the young bricks of Brooklyn one is the black-eyed indulgence & one holds her still-beating heart she is storm & glory one is a whiplash lover one is a tempter's smile & one holds her still-beating heart she is bloodshed & lusting one is a goodbye record breaker one is a keeper of secrets & one holds her still-beating heart

my impulse lips are a poison kiss, seep through skin & open teeth butchering innocent flesh, burning up is for me & slow-poison for the rest oh my angel-faced fool i will feed on your brotherhood & your misery he licks his lips to take in oh my sweet poison we are around every corner we are behind every door his mouth betrayed by his longing his winking bare-black eyes for me & come together these foolish poisons spill into the cold, still air

barbed wire fences & broken glass dreams (my crystal ball smashed on the pavement) i am tired like leaves that lose colour then stumble & fall from the tree (i've broken the purpose of me) between thin slips of distant letters & the digital missives (of a Secret Love) i am swollen & sick with decisions must i force my own heart to beat? trick my lungs to draw in air? remind myself to adore my silvered chains? (oh, daily daily) for i am a thief & liar & these ink-scarred wrists condemn me (but when i speak to my sprawling skyscraper it doesn't seem to matter anymore)

i try to stand on street-corners but i have a penchant for dreams dragged through the gutter-nights as a ragdoll laced up with my handiwork seams & you’re curious like a bloodthirsty leech sensing fresh veins to latch onto well perhaps you are pick-up-sticks a game of tumble & time i try to stand on street-corners but the fox has a wondrous smile his ears are pierced with small silver rings his grinning eyes all full of guile some nights you are the lantern man holding now & then to my midnight hand a single point in the gentle darkness nip-tucking my shadows in i try to stand on street-corners but the star-strangers enthrall my min

i could never pin words to you but i'll be damned if i ever stop trying i remember the way you'd lean your cheek against my forehead & your frigid fingertips meant to startle & that starlight something about your eyes, even when you're so sad they almost go out & that tickled laugh & stoic wraparound arms. you're the porch swing by the sea & the very tippy-top of the tippy-toppiest mountain on the moon & i remember when you had long hair it fell into my face when you'd come close to kiss me & it was marvelously similar to all the trappings of my most delicious dream & i can't help but notice the way you taste like every good memory everybod

FOR ONE i couldn't sleep last night for fear you'd catch up to my dreams. i don't want to see you. i keep trying to see someone else, but you pop up like a poltergeist, throwing shit around in my head. back off. you don't belong in my space, in my mind. FOR TWO you did once, when we had different names, but damn, i'm glad we died young. if i'd have kept you for more than a few days, those knives wouldn't have made room for your heart. FOR THREE i would like it if you went about your way in a way that doesn't collect me (wreck me) once a weekend. no, stop being a moth. i'm not your flame. learn to stop spinning us into our own solar system

the ardent blasphemy of his fingers cloaking mine & that devastating soft throat so simple to kiss & corrupt callous, obsolete, decadent, youthful a bitter puzzle to be played by

your isotonic attitude it makes no change at all you care, you don't you don't, you care the fall of your betrayal oh beautiful cruel your eyes are a poison a toxin to my joy lethal in their loveliness an assembly line lover & your heart is a taxi the always come-and-go easily summoned easily stolen paid for dearly in salted smiles cowardice, cruelty, yellow & black oh toxic eyes & perfect hands that hold me to your time you innocent smouldering fallen lofty angel arrogance so beautiful cruel your arms are an antique skyscraper such steely skeletons you enclose me you expose me paid for dearly in retro rust & passive loveless lust you beautif