September 6th, 2020.
Ashen eyes glistening in the dark, shades thrown by worn sweaters, filth and cigarette vapours: I don't need to be loved by you
Here in the stretch of times past, the subdued inter-dimension of your memory
has never lined up with reality
you keep fighting fire with fire but your rage is like a dry sheet
tears soaking into the mattress with the dent in the middle
your hard back and broad shoulders
drawing into yourself
far away from me
Ashen eyes glistening in the dark, damp entrails left by your towels, don't you dare touch me - I'll hurt you
this is the only imprint left in my mind, the coals in my heart cooled at last
vague as you were you will be
you keep fighting fire with fire but you let me slip right through
those cold hands cradling those cold stained desires
your hard back and broad shoulders
no angel wings
ever grew there