i. you'll fall;
we all do
eventually

ii. golden moon.

iii. like how all the stars go away
            &
                fade into ash &
dust
and
all that sparkly shit
      in between

iv. teeth like
          diamonds
                  & lips like
ambrosia;
                   chit chat of wedding dresses and homicide

v. and you'll understand,
                 darling.

vi. i think it's
kind of silly
      how sad
you got to be―
                      ―and i think it's sad
how miserable we
really are
     under all our
GOLDEN-LIPS-&-COLD-TEETH-SMILE.
      like it's all some
slicked back nightmare

vii. we've got sunshine
       in our mouths and
       poison on our
       tongues

viii. beware
  beware
for i
    am
       here
(and i
will never
dis-a-ppear).

ix. color me
in ink
    & paint
so i can be every
pretty little thing
you've
    painted in that
room of yours
the one
               i love so―

do you think you'll
let me in
if i knocked?
       one, two, three, four
   (won't you please
         open the door?)

x. we
  are something
      you
       could only
   dream of.

xi. you've got something
in your
             mouth
and it looks
             like
spite.

xii. take breathe &
       let it
go!
           past the hills
(to /&/ fro)

xiii. your mouth
        is so bitter
        and sweet
        like cherry
        wine.

xiv.
Q: '¿como estas? / horrendous, right?"
R:  'no bueno / quite horrible, actually."

xv. i've damned all the stars
      to watching your glow.

xvi. darling, i can see you behind me in that
     silly
2x4 mirror.

xvii. it's (it is)
        your (n. possessive / YOU'RE - you are)
       funeral (ˈfyo͞on(ə)rəl/n.
the ceremonies honoring a dead person, typically involving burial or cremation.)
      DARLING [ ie. | term of endearment ]

xviii. it's a beautiful,
           bitter,
    ugly,
look on you. i've always said
you look
    awful
in green.

xix. babe i'm going away now, forever —                                  

                                                                       — maybe

xx. honey-dipped horizons
      smell like sulfur and
      taste like
      arsenic.

xxi. we'll rule the world
        ( you + i )!!

xxii. all the lonelies and
          all the lovelies
   in this god-awful
hellhole of
ours.

xxiii.
and all of the night
could not love you
as much
as i do.

xxiv. oh.

xxv. i'll fuck myself over
if you make the guilt turn to
nothing,
please,
if you'd only be so kind.

xxvi. bloody knuckles
         & black eyes
         & teeth that bite like ice
         & sulfur.

xxvii. my skin'll turn
  black
like volcano ash sputtered
over
     salted soil
if i stay with you,
                       love

xxviii.
the grass is greener
                     anyplace when you hate
the fucking sun―
                           (and the stars all
                            look black on the ground, anyway.)

xxix. i made a wish
on dandelion
fuzz.

xxx. oh babe, you're gone.