Truth of You and Me

Plainly in sight,

Alone, alone, alone.

Tasting the bitter crimson swell,

Draping in velvet, my eyes.

It is hunger spilled in puddles,

Flashing back liquid lights reflection

Of the things I try to hide.

Plaintive whispers weight upon my back,

The beautiful tears streak;

Tentatively stroking black roses,

The ones planted each time I died inside

For the words you spoke;

The regret you invoked in me,

Each smile like a subtle nod to the executioner.

I went down burning,

Infinite miles from

A flush of pale skin in the light;

My purist moonlit savior.

Never in those lonely nights,

No chill and burn could match my own in those days.

We spoke of redemption and love,

Like they were letters I could write into the sand.

They would make the bad things all better,

To let me tan in a sun I would make to walk beside me,

Burn my burden away to skip;

Like a boy with his faith, a little dog.

I would run, and run

Back to the days when I was cupid alone in the dark,

Holding on to his love where there was no light shown.

There is nothing to hold on to, I say,

There is nothing to forgive,

You have told me.

Not a lie, never a lie

Rings like violet bells,

Blossomed in twilight behind my closed eyes.

Each night to die? Each word to redeem.

Stitching this message on my heart anew

Each time each love fails.

What regret did I heal when I said I love you?

Did the pit swallow it? Did the pain subside or lessen?

There was truth in me from the beginning

But there was never truth in you and me.

Thorned rose of memory too pretty not to touch,

Forever upon the face it hurts so much to see.