Sincerely, Jennifer x

My fingernails find my palms,
piercing flesh,
lips bitten,
once so luscious,
now fumbling every fucking word.

This is my curse.

I am the campground for a festival of fluttering butterflies
and you smile, as if you’re innocent.
I ache for you,
all over the place,
my face giving me away before my trembling, ambitious hands have the chance.

They cry for you,
and for me,
my cruel coping mechanisms.
They sob in scarlet,
only smiling again when you,
my muse and my madness kiss them better.