• Add to Collection
  • About


    a self-portrait piece
Love is a fire.
Burns down all that it sees.
Burns down everything.
Everything you think
Burns down
Everything you say.
She blew me her death-kiss
And the mouth-marks
Bled down my eye,
Like her dying
On my windshield.
I can already feel
Her worms
Eating my spine.
So how can it be this lonely?
Is this all we get
For our lives?
Is love only sweeter when
One of dies?
Then I knew that our love was
Just a car crash away.
I knew that our love was just a car crash away.