Wine stains and cigarette smoke make forever seem so beautiful

Here with you, I can be anything

You know nothing of my past

You know nothing of the man who broke me

and made this night possible for you

I can be anything you dream

A soul devoid of hope is a remarkable beast and the most powerful weapon I own

I couldn’t care less about what happens to me now

Take this body

What good is it now that the fire has been snuffed out

My laugh

My touch

These are memories from a life lived long ago

Responses dictated by practice, not passion

I watch the crimson curtains tangle as the hot night rushes in

She warns me of the regret I will one day face

I say let it come

Sins become claw marks on your back

Our time is borrowed

We will both pay for this somewhere down the line

But for now I can rest easily knowing I had what I wanted

A momentary desire fulfilled

You will go on to find another suitor

I will stay here, though

Clinging to what was

I cannot be forced to answer for these deeds

if I refuse to move on

Dancing, smoking, screaming

I cannot leave my prison

The past will forever be my playground 

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