sprayed-on chocolate,

like every little boy dreaming of magenta lips

and you sit on the jagged ends of

something broken

– 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.