she was your rose but the
thorns of former lovers
made you cry and bleed.
you can't control the sun
because breaking the day
isn't real. you're aching and
shaking- please don't wither
away. this amphigory will fall
into your palm, grasp it, and
kiss these words goodbye.
your diffident temple vibrates
when you speak; hear me clear.
the enmity of your soul escapes
through your fingertips and you
fustigate your tired mind. cover
me with blood and say you love me.