Beauty is in the eye Of the person stupid enough to love My fingertips traced the warning signs On your body, admiring the scraps and scars Trying to read the stories that I mistook Tragedy for silly mistakes Constellations hide in the crooks of your elbows Painted purple and blue and black Sunsets rim your eyes Startlingly red as the lids try to shut and end the day Jagged edges of the mountain ranges are found In the places your rib cage should hide There are tracks in the bends of your elbows That mark the time passed and the doses taken Panic and pleasure and pain Rim your eyes and mine The memory of you last meal Too long ago to remember My bones are cemented to flesh that is drenched By the icy water of cold sweats Thoughts that are as heavy as my anchored body Tethered to this spot on your kitchen floor Shards of myself will forever be scattered and gone Whether I choose to leave or stay I was never religious but still I pray Times will take us both and my decision away ***