She made me
a noose of roses
and threw it
around my heart
with a decaying kiss
and a growing lie.
The thorns
cut my neck as I
fell into the garden
of pestilence
that's choking the
lingering fragrance
from beauties breath.
(I can still smell the sweet death.)
The red pedals
bled onto
the end of the rope
I was holding.
when I hit the ground
she said to
read my palms
if I could wash away
the dirt.
(For her, falling in love
was a jump off of
a twelve step staircase.)
I tried to hang
my halo high.
but I was lynced
on the tree of life.
Now my halo
lays just below
my dangling feet.
I've seen a
seed be reborn
and uprooted
in a single storm,
so I can't plant
new roots unless
you're already
six feet under.
Between the buried and me
is where you'll find
my lover...
*I'll never find this heaven on earth or heaven above
Its the difference between being in love, and being loved