These vampire thoughts
have their fangs out,
and I’m rooted to the spot,
a frozen statue of hurt,
blinded by the headlights,
and the silent lullabies of lonely sighs.
For my heart can’t be crossed
with yours, and yet my neck
is so ripe. My blood sweet and warm.
I’d love you to sink your teeth in deep.
And my vampire thoughts
are not mirrored.
They can’t be seen
in the glimmer of sunshine.
The reflection I cast of me
invisible
to eyes I wish to see.
They flow like red wine,
dripping over my worn ground.
But to let them fly would
leave me hunted down,
for the love I wish for
is loved by another.
My vampire thoughts
stick in my neck,
pinpricks, bitten
regret, burrowed into skin.
If I’d only let on
how much you meant,
then would I still be here
deep in furrowed lament, smitten,
hiding from sunlight.
A monster by lonely moonlight.
Haunted by memories, unwritten
A solitary melody,
in an orchestral sky
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