A Dead Dove, With A Number By Mackenzie Cale

Every breath you take catches in my skin Lifting startled hairs, ghosting like a forgotten truth Blissful in its simplicity. Every startled gasp is a call In a language I'm sure only I understand That tells me your dark heart is mine and mine alone. Lend me your darkness, entwine it in my fingers I will tell you a truth no one else knows I will revel in your starkness, clean, clinical black Hold you around me like a rudimentary blanket Unplanned and disrupted I will hold you like an unborn child And weep the tears of the living and the dead.

Two Lives With One Rejection By Mackenzie Cale

you cry over her i cry over you she cries when slicing an onion you love her i love you she loves her(self) like you do

you hate her i hate you and her she hates the wrong coloured lipstick your hate is broken my heart is broken her CD player is kinda broken you miss her i miss you she looks, laughs, flounces away on high heels pities the fools, triumphant.

© 2004 Mackenzie Cale

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