Poetry

"I wrote love letters to you..." "say yes..."

I wrote love letters to you. 
and sealed them with my innocence. 
I ran cold baths, 
and cupped their water within my tiny hands. 
I flirted with the idea; 
a death of purity. 
I drowned myself in it's depths, 
but it's remnants were my skin. 
I was lost long ago. 
I sealed all that was left, 
in that envelope which contained 
scented promises 
of a greater yesterday, 
when I was much more alive. 
escapism is the most beautiful device, 
of a tragic ideal; 
I am writing these pretty words to you 
and I don't know who you are 
I think that you are me. 
but I romanticize you. 
and fall in love with my death. 

say yes, 
say 
"I adore you." 
say; 
"I'd never, ever lie to you." 
"baby," 
"your arms are oceans," 
"and" 
"they surround me." 
Baby, 
I say. 
"you are lying." 
"and you cannot break bad habits" 
and I repeat, 
"you cannot break bad habits." 
and you say, 
"I cannot break bad habits." 
and I say, 
"baby," 
"neither can I." 
am lost, 
baby. 

I say, 
"I let men treat me badly." 
and I say. 
"baby, I let men lie to me." 
and I say, 
"baby, you're just another bad habit." 
and you say, 
"baby," 
"we can never break bad habits." 
and I say, 
"baby, I could never tell a lie." 
and you say, 
"we are filled to our ears, and our hearts with bad habits." 
and you say, 
"baby, our bad habits are human." 
and I say, 
"baby, don't lie to me." 
"do not patronize me." 
and you cannot stop lying. 
and I cannot break bad habits. 
and I say, 
"baby." 

we are all ghosts on our own path. 
and we all trickle onto the dance floor. 
and we all smoke cigarettes half asleep, 
weary eyed, 
and we all drink like sailors, till we're asleep on our own feet. 
and I say, 
baby, 
we are all liars. 
and we all let men treat us badly.