Dear You

The smirk upon your face becomes more pronounced as the weight melts from your bones. You are as beautiful as you always have been with your unforgiving eyes and your hair all dark red and your irrelevant words. Perhaps I was in love with you even then. But we were too young to know of the dangers of the needles and the shots and as we were losing ourselves underneath the sheets that were stained with blood we were slowly dying inside of ourselves.

How can you be so alive in my mind when all you do nowadays is lay so silently underground? I wish you had been cremated so I could lay some claim to your ashes and have you as my own, own you, finally. Then you would not be fucking those sweet-blooded boys and those girls with their tasty round breasts. Even as you were buried deep inside of me you were thinking so obviously of those others. They lived in the darkest of places in my mind but in yours they were salvation. Their mouths were home to your tongue and you loved it.