the stained lips
your coke and smokes
i can cry on cue
best be known i’ll murder you
under the hue
i look for blues, ways i can soothe
how i can revenge fuck you
how the knife will strike and you’ll never think twice
hands on your hips as i kiss your neck
whisper in your ear, “i can smell your fear”
the days when “we’re” meant “you”
how my eyes thought you were a prize
and how you looked at your friends and said, “this ones a good guy”
all too well, but it rolled around
this time i’ll keep your head on a shelf
people will ask, but i’ll never tell
just us — two birds that fell to hell
and the day your scent lost its smell