Jersey Shore Eyes

Your Jersey shore eyes met my graveyard colored ones. With the strangest contact lenses meeting the dying mocking birds of the purple clouds in my mind. We stood as the world seemed to spin around us. The way nothing made sense in this tangled dream. The crimson sorrows spilling from the deepest secrets in our hearts. And you kissed me. I could taste every boy and every girl that has ever placed their mouth on yours. The bittersweet harmony of death and December. And I love you. Your strawberry lips and your bright blue eyes entrance me. Mesmerize the February of the final memory that we shared. And maybe this meant nothing. If nothing meant everything. The electricity of the collision of your kiss. The way my hand fits in yours. I listen to those songs you wrote me. I listen to your voice. I was so afraid to hear the message. Beautifully hidden between your sadness. You’re so perfect. You’re sugar porcelain. You’re a porcelain straightjacket. You keep me in you like the pictures in my mind. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. I lie for you, I breathe for only you. You are second hand smoke, Killing me slowly. Because love IS the slowest form of suicide. And if you kiss me now, you'll kill me quickly. So kiss me now. And kill me quickly.