I lose myself between satin sheets.

Starlit kisses with a taste of vanilla,
the smell of morning dew upon your lips.
Your shimmering eyes
portals into and out of
the universe that I’ve known.

And I tell myself
that I was meant to be
{wandering round inside someone’s dream}

Painting rainbows across
closed eyelids,
singing songs at dusk.


Scraping my knees on hard concrete
hoping that this time I’ll
bleed,
because the taste of iron never seems to get old.

Run my fingers over the soft fabric
of my pillow,
ready to snuff the world out
like a cigarette,
down to the end of its life.

It never really was a habit to break.

These satin sheets are blue,
baby blue and so soft....

I’ve crossed my heart
with juniper bark
and
crazy glue
in hopes that this time
I’ll get it right
and it wont fall apart.

I’ve lost myself between curtain calls,
between the curtains themself,
and everything on the stage.

Between lines of coke
and bottles of rum on the floor.

The cracks in the wall tell
their tales, one by one,
chronologically,
by how they got there.

I tell myself that
I was meant for this,
that the ghosts in my head would
eventually go away,
lay dormant
like a volcano....

That the words could be
as easily manipulated
like star crossed lovers,
like the images we want to see.

Everything could be sugar coated
and murderers could wear
socks with their sandals
so they get laughed at on the beach,
roam free and
get drunk as they pleased.


I miss the feel of my little world,
the dew drop kisses,
laced with arsenic and sugar.

I miss the feel of the words
plastered upon my tongue,
the paper cuts on the tips of my fingers.

And I tell myself
that I was meant to be
{lost in a dream}

and I lose myself between satin sheets