now tell me Angel how is it you have the whole fucking universe captured inside of you and you still do not know
why is it that nobody has read the poems of your skin, that nobody has kissed all the art from your lips
see now Baby i look at you and this ghost inside of me is more alive than ever

electrifying, it is, like i could power a million lightbulbs with our spark, but it would still not compare to your eyes on the night we rode the carousel
real, looking like a porcelain doll but, no Honey you are raw
raw like the way my mother bit into my fathers skin pretending a different set of teeth had not done the same just the other day
and now why is it that my fingers cannot stop trembling whenever i am near you, why is it that it feels as though they are meant for nothing other than brushing back your hair
and yes, i might be cutting myself on how sharp the edges of the crystal in your cavern are, but Angel ive never loved how it hurts more than i do now
and yeah, im suffocating in the ocean that you are, but never have i wanted to drown so badly
and there’s fire everywhere and in the midst burning alive, there i am, and still never have i ever needed more heat
not even when the only yellow brick road was instead a pattern of red lines on my thigh, did i want the blood more
not even when the bathtub overflowed as i lay stomach full of what i thought would bring relief, did sinking seem so good
for fucks sake not even when my bones were merely clinging on to dead skin and i could barely swallow down a bowl of soup and summer’s high felt colder than the winter’s low, not even then did i so desperately crave the warmth
the blood, the death, the warmth
this blood, this death, this warmth
you, you who are all the mystery in the world, you who not even the most talented could depict, you fucking masterpiece, you
never have i ever wanted, craved, n e e d e d, something so bad
till you
with your questioning eyes, with your beckoning smile, with your intoxicating scent
with all that is your soul, your mind, your being
never did i think on what it was to feel to touch to be to love
until for a mere second did you touch me and my whole body sparked up in flame
as if a match had just been set on a pile of wood doused in gasoline
as if a million fireworks had all been lit at the same very second
as if somebody had just fallen in love with a person who they never even really got to know