The sky breaks open just for me,
A cloud that follows silently.
While strangers laugh in sunlit grace,
I drown beneath a sweet disgrace.

Their shoes stay dry, their faces glow,
While I’m in a forecast of sleet and snow.
Rivers run down my cheeks,
A storm too tender, soft, and weak.

I’m dancing slow in this old dress of mine,
While they sip on dreams as smooth as red wine.
A wispy sigh, a constant flow of fears:
No one sees the thunder here.

Umbrellas lift in hands not mine,
So chilled, I feel the ache every time.
This rainfall is stitched into my skin,
A war I lost, a hell I’m in.

While they stay dry and look away,
I’ll glisten here in dark disarray
So let it pour, I’ll play the part,
A walking storm with a well meaning heart.

You wore soft silk and sugared lies,
A whisper wrapped in alibis.
But I saw hunger in your grace,
A wild thing with a porcelain face.

You moved like smoke beneath the moon,
A dream turned to ruins so soon.
They watched you smile, they sang your name,
But I could feel the claws through fame.

A wolf in wool, so sweet, so sly,
Wrapped in a melancholic lullaby.
You hid your fangs in a kiss,
And led me blind through every twist.

I thought your love was pure gold,
But underneath, it burned ice cold.
The way you laughed, the way you lied;
Finding a fairytale where truth had died.

You played it cool, you played it neat,
A ticking heart beneath the beat.
And now I wear the scars you've sewn,
A lamb, the one who should have known.

I don’t know why I didn’t see,
The monster hidden in my sheets.
You wore the fleece, but I saw through;
The only beast inside here was you.

I’ve got you buried in my blood like wine,
A slow addiction I can’t leave alone.
You kiss my soul, then blur the signs,
A twisted love hitting down in my bones.
I tried to run, but always come back home,
Your voice, a lullaby I can’t ignore.
Lighting a cigarette and set the tone;
I ache for things that hurt me more.
They say I’m cursed, they say I should let go,
But I would trade my peace to feel you near.
Your name’s a prayer that I still whisper low,
Even when ghosts of you are all I hear.

We just keep moving, like clouds on parade,
Silk in the breeze, then we slowly fade.
Life keeps turning, the records still play,
But my heart’s stuck in that old café.

It felt so good, it still feels right;
Two shadows dancing in the neon light.
We’re not together, but love still stays,
Haunting my lips in a thousand ways.

I still wear your name like a perfume trail,
Whispers sweet like a mourning gale.
Your ghost shows up when the moon is high,
Speaking your truth through supple lies.

They say love’s forever or it fades away,
But I’m still hoping you’ll call someday.
It hurts, it burns, but I won’t let go;
Some loves just linger, like fallen snow.

There’s a garden gate behind my ribs,
Where trembling wings perform their fibs.
A thousand hearts in frantic flight,
Beating storms through sleepless nights.

Their feathers flicker, burning gold,
Hummingbirds filling me with lies as told.
Each flutter fans a shadowed flame,
Of whispered guilt and breathless blame.

Sugared air turns thick with grief,
Their tiny bodies beg relief,
But every time I try to breathe,
They scatter; won’t let me believe.

Glass and honey, blood and bloom,
Their chaos swells to fill the room.
And all I do is wear a smile,
While dying softly all the while.

I play roulette with every thought,
Spinning chambers I forgot.
Mirror demons sip my tears,
Whisper vices in my ears.

Will it be the blade of blame,
Or pills pressed down with sweeter shame?
A noose of pearls, a kiss of lead,
Which love song will I die with? My dread.

Velvet chains or drowning gin,
Sapphire lies or suffering’s din.
Every shadow takes its turn,
To light the match and watch me burn.

Choose your weapon, take the stage,
Beauty bleeding out of rage.
Gold-tipped sorrow, silk regret…
Darling death, we haven’t danced yet.