you with the pretty eyes, what's your motivation?

you weren't the one laced with arsenic,
just copper-plated sugar pills,
the pennies we threw into the river,
and the lock on the bridge we didn't close;
you faced me and my skin melted:

this place is a hole, sinking ships inside
garden-sized ponds, and what we said was toxic
to our continued breathing

(falling into this was like slipping into a coma and
wishing the cancer would just take us both,
angels knowing you deserved more than me, well
we covet ink in different colors, the water in my blood
could be green if I would have slept a little longer - )

but sin is yellow-teethed and I am at the right hand of the devil,
you could never be a villain, just an actress
with your curtain always calling, are you coming here to breathe,
or just sink in? are you coming here to breathe,
or just sink in?