• i feel like i'm immune to karma
• -this time it's real.
• we are what's right.
• a study of good and evil in the form of human bodies
• re-writing our own definitions in perfect eloquence
• closed eyes and open mouths
• your hand finds mine
• the tangle of our past and present, wrapped up in the ever-important now
• more real with every breath, each touch
• no way of going back
• our secret in plain view
• this is who we are, different, one, the same
• happy with just being...together...
• lazily winding your fingers through my hair
• a smile, a kiss, brush your hand across my face
• i know it's time to leave, my dear
• but this won't be goodbye

lying in bed

smoking a cigarette

..... she's unravelling

barely more than a disfigured skeleton

metal and bone

un-naturally curved spine

more than half-broken

6 point blood running through her fragile veins

it's this chemical cocktail that's killing her

a handful a day

fading, and fading fast

it's the little things that scare me

the brittle nonchalance

as she holds the blunt up to her lips

the inhale, the exhale

waiting for it all to stop

as another broken bit of profanity slips past her gaurd

the facade she's maintained all these years is crumbling

god, it's painful to see

i don't think i want to know the real person underneath 

i'm looking through the gaps

wondering if she even realizes they're there

this slow decline is manifesting itself more by the day

expected, perhaps, but dreaded even more

i love you, she slurs, her eyes dull, hands reaching to touch my face

mechanical and inaccurate

death-claw embrace

i see it coming on, now, in her tight-lipped smile

i'm scared.