Torn Napkins.At the end of a long night, I find myself scribbling love notes on old napkins. I’ll fold them up into paper airplanes and send them out to you through telephone wires. In our dreams, let’s make origami hearts and hang them from the ceiling so whenever you’re not around, I’ll still hear a heart beating. The room is still dark, but dimly lit by your candles that never blew out, they’ve been burning for such a long time now. I want to smother them with oxygen because they’re throwing hand puppets out onto the wall and shadows are dancing their silent misery. It’s heartbreaking, really and I can’t sleep. These sheets are still cold because you’rTorn Napkins.
SecretIf I pulled this key from the back of my throatSecret
With a bloodied string and opened the lock,
Would you listen to the melody my secrets will sing? Whisper them slowly into the darkness, let your breath Brush slightly across my skin, sending the curtains Fluttering in the wind and the moonlight will filter In through my broken window and you will carve Your initials into my skin with shattered glass and I will not cry but I’ll tie this bloody key and string
Around your neck and choke you with the words
That I so willingly refused to speak. Me and you, We’ll fly thro
