let’s shatter the moon with

eyes of mercury.

i’ll be your nothing.

if you write me poetry

with more feelings than

when you paint those pictures.

the ones of dark alleys.

with dead shadows lingering.

it’s a plane-wreck,

causing massive blood loss.

and i think i choked on stars last night.

when you shot me up into the sky,

two eyes wide open.

my body,

a cast in the shape of your hands.

you’ll spill paint all over my dress one day.

you know you will.

and i’ll finally be art

that you can nail to your wall.,

And keep forever.