Opus

Illusory

Lost
in empty pillow talks
All that you feel in dreams
Like the borrowed metaphors in
red frostbites and blisters
Vague and vivid and real
Witch-bells and the chains around
my neck. They'll burn me alive!
But I'll wake up, someday
And I'll be gone.

Find me
In that little hut in the woods
In fractured moonlight
and honey kisses
that taste of the sun
Everything for you to devour.
Drink me up.
Tell me your heart doesn't race
for forest fires and hurricanes
For I'd rather die terrified
than live in a dream.

What do you fear?

What do you fear when you hear me
screaming
and you know I'm not there.
Why do you doubt when you know it isn't real.

My lips are chapped and my eyes are dry
But when the new paint gets scratched
and there we are underneath
Buried
Six feet deep under the stars.
Like broken lovers who sinned.

Or we burn
Like the little things that live in the trees.

Like our fevered skins
And the posh cigarettes that I couldn't afford.
I am saving up, you see
bullet by bullet
I surrender
You smell gasoline,
so I crumble like phoenix feathers
and we make history
One breath at a time.

( I said I wasn't afraid of anything
but I lied
I'm scared shit I'll lose you, ain't I? )

Old metaphors
In matchboxes
Candy lips and ghost touches
Let's celebrate celestial unions
and our little heartbreaks, of everyday.

Dream of me.

So you'll wake up, one day
And I'll be gone.