you have seen
something so disgustingly beautiful
instead of something wonderfully horrible.
the marks on my wrist
the cuts on your heart
the hollow light in the hallway
cleaning up your lonely head.
you would sleep better at home
the way the moonlight shines,
heaven so close to harm
and i would soon have to leave;
for fear you would, too.
falling away in the dark -
the cold rain to rescue us both -
is so much softer when it's accidental.
finally we have some awful nice things
there, just let me
i'm doing all of this