you make moments instead of memories
broken emotions instead of matrimony
dance with the devil in an ocean of sin
and i kiss to feel the lips of age rather than bliss
in signs of this i take your hand against my hip
and tangle your legs around my neck
because breath isn’t of ours
your blood isn’t something i miss
december 25th is a day i reminisce
because broken love is beautiful
unrequited horror in nights i kiss strangers
in darkest of places
like franklin village and tables turning
with chairs against tables and men atop them
in dire terror with blood bleeding
deepest of red and purple
with hues of blue
sweating from their chin
with knives against backs
and i said
not to say
but we’re dancing without rhythm
because nothing makes sense
innocence is nothing but depth without men
depth in terror