kickinglovers

caught in suposed motion, by blinkered explosion.
exempt from the rock n' roll fascade of social.
twisted in a delivered contempt manner,
my face twists with false alarm.

*your heart is gone
my heart is gone*

written by sleeveless and arm stretch,
your face sown into my skin.
like my heart upon my invisible cuff
there ain't no win; now.

i dreamt about fire like it's heat held explaination
your thoughts were between the tender twists of flame.
my heart is gone. spit like ash out of your mouth.
a confused taste of soot.

always gone. days before the end.
days before the weak. week(ness).
the end.
there ain't no smile now.