Melancholips

if i were a vampire
i would drink my
own blood
so that it would
cause eternal life
to go backwards
and i would never
have been here
for you
to destroy
when i was at this age
softer and hardly fought
to grow
into something
new
and
whole
but i am a lichen
and i roam these
nights
built to destroy
vampires
hairball fuzzfaced
sober
and
wishing for new
boxes of dreams
to project
upon the wall
so
that you might see it
and
your eyes
would go back to blue
and
the world would sigh
as
we hugged and kissed
under
the moon
for
the
film projector
played
that film
the red balloon

but i will probably eat alone again today
and talk to myself

which is funny now

because

what does it matter who thinks i am crazy
when i am
and those words
might stop
another one
from
finding their way in