lipstick stains and gasoline brains

Close your eyes
Picture you and I
Selling daylight
For gasoline…

~*~

lipstick stains

and beyond

at the backseat

and all over my brain

i missed the tears

under the covers

disappearing

like little favours

leave me alone

i will close that track

cross the threshold

and mind the gap

i vied for this

this vile acridity

this insane stupidity

and i believe in

the reverse of sense

hoping tragedies

like a sceptical god

a symphony like

sweet medicines to

kick in when the

lights rage in blood

forget about me now

my floral imprints

blossoming on skin

pretty in red and pink

are nothing but

butterfly memories

fleeting and fugacious

as cold as your kiss

hug that jacket tighter

and close both eyes

the walk is shorter

than this long drive

but if your lips bruise

or your fingers tire

from singing back

dear, i’ll douse the fire

my gasoline’s empty

and i’m almost out

this is all falling apart

so hold your mouth

and when everything

fades out slowly to

music and black

as you forget to listen

you will find that i

wiped away all of the

evidence, and the

lipstick stains are missing.

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