snow

yeah but i'm sweating my balls off here, love- how much longer am i gonna have to wait for my steak? bloodlust is all i remember in your memory anyway. i'm real full of it- i always lie to myself- it's the way life lives. but i never lied to you. timing is anything. you make me want to cry. i miss that stormy night before i fucked it up. so pretty when you cry, though. i miss that even more. and it's not even raining yet.

see you next time below the barrel of laughs i used to call my own. tomorrow will bring back yesterday again soon.

but your photo will still fade even more in the rain- and the colors will bleed as i hold you in my hand and stream down my arm to satisfy the bloodlust i took from you.

the time before last.

next time, maybe.

definitely.


x