I take one last look into the sunken sunset of your heart,
With it’s violet tears and pink blood,
The disappearing colors of our love,
Fading into a dark a sky.
“This is the end” I say,
As you gaze into my hollow eyes.
I know damn well we can’t continue,
A love that was interrupted by your habit of downing,
One too many,
Every night.
The sun continues lowering,
sinking behind the horizon.
Which is a field of foxglove;
You’re poison to me.
Similar to the poison you put in your body,
I can’t get enough of you.
And as the sun becomes withdrawn in darkness,
Something unexpected happens,
Your heart sets on fire,
an eruption of stars fills the sky of your soul.
A place you and I both thought would be submerged by the dusk,
Is suddenly lit up,
A million streetlamps and our love is the sidewalk.
I tried to quit you.
To escape from a land of war,
But there’s a secret joy in the pain,
That keeps me on all fours,
Crawling to you, despite the nails on the ground,
Seeping into my palms and knees.
My blood is not the same pink as yours.
The glowing heavenly bodies are enough beauty to remind me of all the reasons not to let go,
So I stay.
I stare into your heart, as it begins pumping more alcohol than blood,
And it eats me alive.
But I can’t run the other way
Because pain is all I know,
And this is the prettiest hurt of all.