Throat Choked

Bloodstains,

Streaked across sheets

Of foul romance.

Inordinate disdain,

And inexplicable admiration,

For every twisted lyric.

I am in sick dependent love with your tragedy.

You are the sun.

And I am the moon:

A penumbral shadow side,

Warping positive discrepancies

Into wicked mind tricks.

Feminized mania,

Stumbling upon masculine tongues.