YOU’RE SICK

Nothing but carcass left,
a Ghost town that once bore
a warm shade
and moonshadow
for my despair.
With him,
the stars spoke of eternal puffs,
the ash tray of cigars we breathe.
Bubbles formed like
childlike sparkles,
our eyes red and slanted.
Smiling to nothing.
His smiles were real in a dreamy cruve.
I loved him.

But you, you’re sick!
From the speckle of your fine pores
to the pink cotton that veils you;
from the match you gambled
to the endless flames I bathe with;
from the dancing dazzle in your eyes
to the slyness of your clandestine whispers;
from the holocaust ride you zealously crafted
to the coccoon you trapped me into.

Are you happy now?

Suit yourself.

Savor me till I wither.

But you wait.

Coz you, you’re sick!!

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