ry

write your name in blood,
it'll mean more.
then let it go cold.
because love like this wont grow from ink.

and if this ain't what you want,
then take it from the heap of handwritten notes.

under the lights we ran,
our bones were hallow
and your teeth radiated the moon.

the grass grew between our toes.
our feet were firm
and our eyes were more.

i miss the nights i never had,
the ones that were filled with ill will
and bitter disdain.