Sonnet
We are the two ends that cannot meet
Star-crossed lovers lost and lingering
You win by abuse; I lose by deceit
Heavy friction franticly forbids to
to be rubbed off; contradiction
can lacerate a lusting pink cue
You've sliced this rusty heart into dust
Demolition never tasted so sour
Thank you for scarring my fragile trust
These pistols beg for mercy by the hour
Love's meant to die in grave and stone-
you sleep with the red stain on your hand
More close-minded than you've ever known
You are the farthest close desire seen
Drop-dead beautiful: the name they feed you-
but your insides are ugly and unclean
I saw black serpant blood prove vileness true
Your eyes move me closer to lovely loss...
Like fingers on a guitar which weave and floss.
