PUT MY NAME ON YOUR HEART

he had a voice enlaced with gold
and fingers dipped in colors
he wrote romantic poetry in
graphically painted billboards

he tended to base his writings
off the way my checks highlighted
in pinky shades or how I light the
room in fireworks

he dozed off heroin and
sometimes he never came home
after dawn
my mind racing to find him
but my body laying cold on
the bed

the one sided love affair
was weak and I grew
impatient about his
love for hardcore sex and drugs
but I wished for him to come home
(wherever that was)

the tragedy ended
he never finished his poem about
me so I finished for him
and maybe he'll rip it
to shreds but I want him
(wherever he is) sane again.