arrived like tepid dew on 's windows

a crimson that seeps into my heart and withers into a dolorous ache

the , beige and resplendent, marred with ripples as i set it on the wooden table

the and , like and , lachrymose mates under a charcoal sky stitched with crystals shimmering silvet with 's christmassy smiles

i watch you and the constellation tattood on your wrist

and i just- just watch you and listen to your voice, every crestfallen night and sombre twilight

i yearn to hear the gentle hum of your heartbeat, the of your soul's song

and let it flow through my glass veins and paint my hollowed eyes

i look at my hands marred with ink scribbles and strokes

of the i wrote ballads about you and the auric stars in your heavenly eyes

of the i drew and holding each other

i stare- stare at my palms and the wispy black lines that taint them

why would you ever someone so bereft and desperate, so calloused and flawed?