silk delicate fetish smile


your silence is almost
poetic
now that I have a reason
to hate you.

so look at this
and tell me
what fairness is.

I'm not a catalyst;
just your mother,
Mary
when you're too drunk
to come home to
anyone else.

and i could write you a thousand songs
but you'd still have to need more

Impressionist angel eyes
with blood eyeshadow
ambiguity

I'll be under your spell forever.