Break my heart into pieces,
I'll put them in the stove
light them on fire
distill from them love,
put it in bottles
colored in red,
place them on my kitchen shelves
wait for you and then
I'll serve them like a liquor
in the cups of my hands
a chalice of bones
ripped away as you ran
and you'll drink their dark flavor
and become my man.
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The rest of the poem, which didn't seem as good is here if you want to read:
Each day by the light
of the dawn's purple breaking
I'll drop the bitters
into the hearts of your eyes.
And upon the moment when you finally waken,
I'll be waiting amidst the dry leaves of desire. You'll set me on fire.
But you are a liar.
You told me the wind blew
Always from North,
You whispered three words
In the dark of each night,
To only forget them again in the light.
Don't be afraid to touch me,
Be afraid to let me touch you in return.
You told me to trust in you,
Just in you,
But you never said
It was a trust of temporary time.
So come drink deep of my fire,
I'll put you in the bed,
And tuck you in well,
I'll climb in beside you,
And send you to hell.
Your heart beating wildly
Outside your chest,
I watch it, changing colors,
Unmoved by its varied hues.
Flames and devils
Dance around us,
Until I call it down, the rain,
And away it washes.
And when you awake
The morning for you is
Just the same.
You've forgotten it all again.
But for me the sky is deeper
Than I've ever seen the sea.
And your eyes and flat and empty as
A desert road at three.
Nevermind I say so quietly, as you walk out the door.
Nevermind, I say to myself, I don't care anymore.
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