Monsters of Men

cosmic revelation

There's blood on your lies

as you whisper love. We kiss

under clusters of stars but for her

you make constellations. You'll fight

the gods for her, but they'll weep

for me because they know

everytime you say you're out of

town, you're really just down

the road. My bed sheets smell

like cheap perfume, and it's not

mine because you never take

me out but you lavish

her with jewels and bundles of

violets. You're not a good boy,

you're a poetry boy who

writes sins down on letters

and spends the sticky

nights mourning with

the moon. Because you'll never be able

to love. You'll always be a sad boy/a bad boy/a poetry boy.

And whilst I lay sinking into galaxies, you

kiss her goodnight.