one of those

her cryptonite heart 
and salivated secrets; she
spills over him like a
velvet blanket heavy with 
cold forsaken promises
he is strangled by fingertips 
painted bright red
inverted souls 
she spills over him like
a stuffed toy with empty eyes
his bed of roses and bleeding skin
of
opencloseopenclose scabs
neverending like his feelings
towards her
she spills over him like
the queen of broken hearts

his open eyes
bled to the ground at
the sight of her beauty