Slight of Hand.

A flick of the wrist.

We both picked cards with suits of Spades
I used to pretend these were just black little hearts


You leant in close and whispered so softly
But your words were just as tangled as our legs


I so badly wanted more of your breath in mine
Except your lips were sour from the kiss of another


I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight, over you
I had the Two of Hearts in my pocket the entire time

Wilted.

Fist to mouth, knocking intelligence off the tongue.

This isn't more than just out of date milk,

we aren't making anything here except a sticky mess.
Don't kid yourself.
You won't be my husband and I wont be your life,
neither will find a missing number tonight.
Just another boy.
Lets not colour something pink when it's painted red.
Your face is already swirling down the kitchen sink,
with my real name and how much I had to drink.

Delinquency.

You became caught on my hook when you said my name.

I saw the curl of your lips become softer,

and felt the heat of your breath on my shoulder.

Holding someone else's hand you leant across the table

and asked me to write you a song.

Our eyes will always catch on one another,

my perfume will penetrate your sleepless dreams.

You can't help but brush your hand over my exposed skin,

just waiting for me to make you a mistake.

I'll sleep in your mind relentlessly.

But not beneath your sheets