new york lights, chicago nights

between secrets and lies were teardrops from your blonde eyelashes. wrap it up in your bedsheets like a not-so-pleasant christmas present. at some point hands and legs and mouths tangle into one and nothings tangible like it used to be. loosen the tape and punch out my teeth and watch how the cd stops fitting. i pen the words but they arent mine until theyre written in my blood, so cut me open to watch the ink spill out. it doesnt taste the same anymore. not as sweet or as sour, more like the cold of april. x’s and o’s feel closer to empty promises. tear us apart and see where it takes you. dont worry, i dont get it either.

lights out. love, clandestine.