zebrasindenver

she has a nose ring

and patience

Winston Churchill dealt with war

like i dealt with our love

you,

you were Machiavelli

planned

precise

violent

violence

pregnant

with our memories

vodka

tastes like

us

its all i have

every single day

i regret

that you

are you

and not us

every god i have ever prayed to

has forgiven me

for even entertaining the idea

of worshiping you

whats the point

in a lover

without a few scars

i dont sleep

i need to be awake to regret

and feel the love

that i so happily

lost

i want to believe

that there is still room for the

artists

the broken

and the heartless

warriors

but these are not

ok cupid options

this winter

will kill me

pretty red flowers

on cold hard snow