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desire like a supernova

theres something banging around in my veins
and i'd like to think its you
and that alarm clock that goes off inside my heart every time i see you,
ringing all the way down to my toes
and tingling in my fingertips
and smoldering desire on my lips like the slow red death of a supernova
but theres something else
splitting apart my skull,
maybe its just firework anger, unable to be contained inside my bonecage
or maybe its just something i saw in your eyes.

i know its there even though i'm not sure what it is
i can't quite put my finger on it
but i think i'm convinced
my lips could help me figure you out
decode you like a murder mystery
just give me a road trip with your name on it
a summer full of memories to keep us sane
pop-rock stars and cookie cut out moons
tossed up and stuck to the roof of our worlds like magnets on a refridgerator.
i could relapse into you so fast.

i measure your days in poems, your life in not enough words
you are the snow on the forest floor
and they are the bottom of hunters' boots
you are the blood on my knuckles,
the edge of a razor,
and they are white walls and the ribbon of their corsets
drowning in the novicane you find everywhere else
that i want so badly to take away
though not just from you.

art projects and math tests and broken ribs
and who is to blame?
i see too much fire in your burnt out flame to just throw it all away;
like you said theres nothing wrong with trying
so i won't give up on showing you the pretty clouds and blue sea glass
that live right inside your very own soul
if only you knew,
if only you knew.
but they brainwashed you too long ago, you're tired and
who is to blame?
who is to blame but a false sense of shame, a whip meant to tame, a lost dream
of fame, a noose and a flame.

you trick them into thinking you're nothing
hell, you've even convinced yourself
but you'll never make me believe it
and i haven't found a moment of disappointment
so i'll engulf myself with you as best as i can
i know i'm playing with fire
but i hope i can bring rain
or at least ease your pain
because, love,
now you're swimming in each and every one of my veins.




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