death by paper cut

the regret of an unfinished love

she is regret left in empty air that curls around you and ties you in knots cutting off the chance to be kissed again like that
you puke up cherry vodka and wrap yourself into her skin after a long night of dancing fairy lights
and the moon speaking to you in a language of its own

you like to think you've figured her out
she's everything and nothing
and one day she's going to whisper the story
of how she's never been in love but
she's gotten close
and it's you, it's you, it's you
drifting along highways with her
marlboro and mint cloves on your breath
long nights that drive you wild
when she's dancing on other guys and girls
there's mystery in her smile

so she tells you of the drunken love
that's on thin ice and stuck in between her teeth
and you're special but you're not enough
so you burn, burn, burn into the scorch of her heartstrings and laugh bitterly because what is love if you can't touch it, really?