Such a sad smile, young one.
 

Such bitter tears kiss your face while
 thin wrists snap under the pressure of
 never ending loyalty.
 

And pretty eyes. 

Beautiful blood shot bleeding eyes, looking up at me
 with intensity. 

Such as it were.


Your lips are cracking.


Your veins are collapsing.


But you need to smile.


If I stuff myself inside your lungs,
 would you smile for me then?


Young one.


Such beautiful hair.


Pretty ashen thin hair,
 coming out in clumps


Against your broken fingers.


And frail shoulders shake. 

Agonized.


Craving.

Lifting up your long sleeve
 to reveal your thin marked arm.


Waiting for another dose.


And still no smile.


I’ll make my way through your veins


Into your heart. 

Squeeze it tight.


Never let go.


You’d have to smile for me then.


Such pale skin. 

Peeling, cracked
 and bleeding skin.


With broken legs so butterfly thin.


I’ll take care of you.


I’ll wrap myself around your throat


Until you choke


Chords snapping against my bones.


Well, you’d have no choice but to smile for me then,

Would you?