What I forgot to tell you was that the sky fell open and you landed in my lap like a sizzling hot piece of the sun, and though I wept and you wept and as much as we tried, we could not find the right combination of thick pasty reassurances and cool aqueous nonchalance to put your flame out.
You burned right though me. My skin, my clothes, my bones, you lay them all to waste like a ravenous beast. Your blood stained facade, rabid and unctuous, laying apologies on me like silk blankets with your eyes whilst methodically shredding my patience with your lips.
Don't you love me?
Won't you stay?
I can't. You're not listening, I can't.
You burned right though me. My skin, my clothes, my bones, you lay them all to waste like a ravenous beast. Your blood stained facade, rabid and unctuous, laying apologies on me like silk blankets with your eyes whilst methodically shredding my patience with your lips.
Don't you love me?
Won't you stay?
I can't. You're not listening, I can't.
