Crushingly captivating;
you could walk on someones lungs
and they would always feel like
you were breathing flowers into them.
you could break their heart
and they would always say
you kissed stars into their pores.
you could be as loud as the burning sun
and no-one would ever say a word;
only add more speakers,
and kick up the volume.
Promises made
with pursed lips
flirting with teeth
sharper than the blade
of the words
spewing across the tongue
achingly poisonous
inside your mouth.
Crash and burn
before lighting a cigarette
on the flames
found in your fingertips
smoking thorns
you picked from lungs
long deflated
pores long destroyed
from burning stars.

The End

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