Façade

Written by: Lux Aeterna

licking sticky ice cream lips
waiting for yours.
I imagine drugging myself into beauty
or beautying myself into drugs.
run still-sweet fingers over slick fabric
slide stop grip ignore slide, goes you.
And on my bed of sordid red
follow, don’t look back, goes me.
moving layered frosting tongue
waiting for yours.
I want to paint you, in bruised blue and purple,
perfection captured forever in oil and misery,
with nothing but substanceless stories to spin
but you can be my substance, goes me.
right, goes you.
rubbing coated syrup hands
waiting for yours.
if eyes are the windows to the soul
you’ve climbed in
and fucked my soul over and over and over.
So this is why I tear my heart to shreds over every little thing.
façade of independence,
core of desperation,
licking sticky ice cream lips
waiting for yours.