to the stars who listen: poetry

33. poison, blood and ink

poison and blood flow in harmonious scarlet chaos through the veins beneath my paper skin.
my heart is a ruby in the crown jewels of my body and the queen has condemned this love to death, not knowing how many times i have tried to kill it and been unsuccessful. It has made its home for the winter but it will not sleep; it is all-consuming, eating away at me. Loving him is like alcohol that tastes good but burns your insides. It fills my lungs with the sound of his name until i can't breathe with the repression of it. It won't let him fade, it draws his name on my heart with a knife, fills every crevice of my soul with his touch until I ache with the lack of it. As I bleed internally I smile at his shadow and hope I won't last the month. I know how to make unrequited love sound beautiful. I know how to lie.