zebrasindenver

Why use 10, when 1 could hurt just as beautifully.

Month: February, 2014

i have caused the death of a man

i have caused pain

i have instigated deteste

but the idea that i could be the cause of love

hurts more than

well it hurts more than love

i am honest

i am poison

i am love

and i am hate

i am

and the worst part of all

you are

torn muscles

wrapped around a steel frame

wrapped around a cold heart

that beats little

but when it beats

it beats for you

my nevada

my las vegas of love

you are a blond

a redhead

a brunette

you have grey hairs

your body is firm

it is soft

fit

cold

hard

mine

mine.

have you seen this man

at your feet

who would suffocate in your love

for just a chance

to stand proud next to you

and be your …

dollars counted

add up to nothing more

than and idea of time lost

and fun times to be spent

we all die with our wealth

id die poor

to be rich in your heart

you are so young

man

you are so angry

boy

you are so wild

child

and your lashings

tied to your old gods

of machismo and guilt

forgive my brother

forgive your own sins

a thin brown wine dealer

wants dinner

he wants love

she wants red wine

he wants cigarettes

a text at night

a vague wine altered memory at waking

of a passion

from the night before

of a past love

of wine

and cigarettes

red dress

wet fingers

mouth

full

black hair

an instant message

and an engagement

to be bad

within the realms of good

whilst in the house of god

what kind of  Elision prostitute do you think i am

i cannot write on champagne

i need red wine

a lucky strike

and a whore in my bed