Crush

_Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more._
I'm surprised that I say it with feeling.

We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me
spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls
right out of my mouth.
You swallow my heart and flee, and I want it back now, baby. I want it back.

We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand and the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night
is thinking. it's thinking of love.
It's thinking of stabbing us to death
and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.