like every little boy dreaming of magenta lips
and you sit on the jagged ends of
– if it's your heart, sweetie, I apologise.
round and round in circles
we spin silence, and the perfection
that you slip over my head with that wide-eyed look of yours.
didn't I tell you once, that half the time I laugh for you,
just before I crushed your heart and
sent you jumping off balconies:
a figurine romeo with a sprained ankle.
this is redemption, this pretty lovesong
remember when you
called me beautiful
and handed me a pair of wings?
Could you do it again, please,
I think –
I think I lost them somewhere.