Fun and Games.

The tremble in her voice
is something repetitive.
Her late nights,
his light eyes.
Lets pretend we are kids again
and play house in this hell hole.
The first one out
wins a ticket to a better life.

If you think my heart is cold,
take my hands.
It is Winter inside my veins
and these memories,
they couldn't keep anyone warm.

I will live under these feet
for a hundred more tomorrows
and all my yesterdays
will be exactly the same.
I have written you letters
but you are too illiterate
to return the gesture.
I do not have to open my eyes
to know you are never
coming home.

If I could paint,
I would paint the color
back into your face.
The last time I saw you,
I saw a ghost.
And you are so good at vanishing,
but I know where you end up
every time.

Take a few slow breaths,
only to suffocate
in my presence.
I always looked better
under your skin.
I am under your skin.
I have got one foot in my grave
and the other on your heart.

Good thing
this is just
all fun and games.