subtle enough to be unnoticeable
only the trained eye, the closest observer and the victim
can catch the small degrees
measured in side glances and the calculated sway of hips
tonight I will be your bright eyes
tortured on the inside, only drunk in my skin.

I am the sweat reeked sole of your favorite shoe.
I am the string of pearls you break to tie around your neck in display.
I am the shirt you buy and never wear.
I am the cancer you wish on ex best friends.

I am the twitch in you face, I am the blood in your skin.
I drink the tears you waste, I lose the battles you win.

you roll your eyes back into your pretty face
and toss your hair over your shoulder.
you're only happy being angry, and all I do
is piss you off.

you are the ice that freezes car doors shut.
you are the bus that kills innocent kids.
you are the voice that witches scream on the cross.
you are the round of drinks that makes the bar fights start.

you are the vomit by the toilet bowl, you are the piss on the seat.
you are the sex overwillingly sold, you are the rape in sedated sleep.

you're greed and you're immaturity, plastic sincerity.
street corner innocence and street-light dependability.
the kind of delusional that hides in alleyways with stainless steel reflections
right after the mantra, "blood on the scalpel,
no blood on my hands."
they fall under this scalpel-turned-machetti
while you kiss goodnight and turn out the lights.

tonight I will be your bright eyes
staplegun your shirtsleeves to the cross.
I am the drawing that you'll never complete
you only kiss out the lights.