Notes On Absence

An Untitled Book In an Untitled Chapter

I still remember when I saw her

this woman in a long black skirt

her long black hair

was like sharpie against her white paper skin

and there was a slim cigarette

dangling from her colorful lips

the blood red ink she dyed them with

lined the tip of her smoke

this woman, this creature

of disgusting beauty

mocked me for all i knew

she was the thing that haunted me in my sleep

and followed me in my wake

and I fell for her, before i knew her

and When i fell, i fell hard

i fractured my conscious

and with it my common sense

and all my wisdom leaked out onto the pavement

she kept it in a bottle

and hid it in her heart

she never truly gave me the key

must've forgotten about that part

and so I was stuck where I was

with this god of beauty and pain

there was nothing I could do

but love the unlovable

and kiss her blood red lips

she was a master killer

of hearts and spirit and soul

her greatest disguise

was beauty itself

and her greatest trap

was love in its own