5/7

she was velvet
she was desire
she was touch, silk
blood and fire,
she was broken hearts
upon my wall,
everything to me yet
never anything at all.
she was winking eyes
and naughty thoughts,
beyond the price
of anything I brought,
she was fairy tales
with nightmare endings
ten seconds till midnight,
and she was pretending.
she was dewdrops
in the morning,
the pill for all my pain,
she was lipstick breath,
vodka shots, nasty things
with nicer names. she was
stolen handpicked roses,
the dress I never wore,
the race I never won
and the girl I still adore.