klaxon

serial killer (a poem about crushes that kill)



On each victim
My fingers spread wide like spider webs on her back
Delicate strands of silk
Beautiful and coveted until my arms wrap around her
Like a caccoon and suffocate her

I have a bad habit of trying to hard
And killing the one thing I want to keep alive
I cant revive the feelings she had for me

The only thing I can count on for comfort
Is the memory of each failure
And the hope I can learn from each experiance

One a lie
Two a choked kiss on smokers corner
Three an unanswered call
Four not moving fast enough
Five broken promises
Six demanding too much
Seven losing a friend
Eight moving too fast

Her weight aches my shoulders
Like heaven crashing down upon me
I wanted so badly to hold her not her corpse

Maybe one day Ill get it right
Maybe that day will be tonight