i fell in love with a succubus
years ago
and he still
haunts my dreams
and every morning
i feel a little more
lifeless

he was the kind of boy you'd
break all the rules for,
but you didn't know he'd break you.

the crack in the door
held the spectral light
a mosaic ghost
inside a misty turret
and the room is pregnant with your song
your words carrying me over golden
rooftops and
michelangelo skies.

we talk
and fight,
kiss and make up.
we hold fast to
the hurt
we cause ourselves
and it piles on
like raked leaves
on an autumn
day. the colors
swirl in patterns,
and sometimes
we see golden
yellow, like the hair
that streams down
my back.
sometimes we see orange,
a sunset streaking
through your black curls.
but mostly,
we see red.

if our words had
a color, it would be
red. the garnet
colored phrases cut deep
and make us believe
we are better off
alone.
but sometimes...
your ice eyes
meet mine and
i freeze
and just look
at you.

and it's in these
moments
that i realize
you are all
the colors,
every day and all
the time, and that
if i were alone,
i would be gray

every phone call ends in tears
and sleep becomes the devil

the razors were her best friends
the only source of control of the pain she endured.
her hair was falling out
her skin , pale as the snowy grounds of December.
no one ever cared
until they day she wore short sleeves and everyone got scared