I like the word “love” because it tastes of lilac in my mouth, like Parma Violets and peaceful desert at the table with no disagreements and the tv just quietly chatting to itself in the background. It tastes a little like light rain outside of my window, when I am sat, surrounded by my blankets…

Your lips tasted of candy apples after I kissed them,as if the sweetness of your spirit was spilling from within,searching for sanctuary somewhere inside of me,and for the first time, finally, I was open.I was a weary wanderer in a desolate desert and you were a mirage.I made my home in a moment of nirvana,and…

My lover tied me to the radiator,because I was too much trouble to be free,but the trouble was, bound wrists didn’t make me any less irresistible,so I still dripped poison into her perception, until I drove her insane. In a sweet, sing song voice,I simply asked when she might decide to let me go,and that…

Meet me under the moon,my melancholy love.This night belongs to us,two daughters of Venus,violet kisses against the walls of my old high school.There are no shadows, where we go,no secrets in our secluded state.I tell you that at last, I want to live,and I am blessed and cursed by the endless echoes of my footsteps,all…