The last time I wrote to you

I could barely see your ignorance through my glass tears

I was so elated after all of these years

I thought you finally saw my true purity

But I was false

As I shut off the world for the night

I looked at the moon.

Within the shadow Luna created

I could see her details from the pink curtains

I told her about you

and I was fairly certain

That you were an incubus

Silly me

wanting to be your next victim

You never wanted me

as alluring as I tried to be

I was a girl

and I still am

Thank you for showing me how a man can be a sham

And if we meet again

I’ll tell you the state 

Of my bandaged heart

still aching

Only feeling my awakening

Not through you

but monsters indeed similar

I still listen to Gainsbourg and I explore my bookshelf

I wanted to be Jane

not a watered down Brigette

Bonnie and Clyde

 in our Comic Strip

I never held your hand

the way I dreamed I would

I love you

and a place in my heart is always vacant

But the next time you decide to kill me

Do it through the pink curtains

where our skin can never touch

Just like you always wanted