poempoem

shelookedtothesky
andsawonlyhim
andshethought
icoulddienow

someonewassittingontheswing
inthepark
andtherewasmeltedicecreamonthefloor
itremindedherofhishands

thenthecloudscoveredthesun
andthegrasswascold
likethewayhelookedatherwhenshewasntalldolledup
sometimesshewishedshecouldforgetthewayhesmelled

shewokeupfromanightmare
andrealisedthatallhernightmareswereabouthim
andhisperfecteyesandgoldenvoice
andsheknewthatherlovewasbrokenandmetal

intheshowershethoughtof
thetimeshekissedher
andthetimeshemadeherfeellikethesmallestpersonintheworld
andshetastedbloodandsalt

thebranchesoftreesweretheveinsonhiswrists
shereachedoutandsnappedeachandeveryone
ofthem