Infectious

Never had he been stabbed

His heart is so fresh,

Pretty,

New.

The touch, the smell, the sound

All very pure.

Seeing that organ unscathed

Picturesque beauty from birth

Never had I seen the image

The rush of young blood flowing through pulsing veins

It's pretty - I think

Happy for his joy that I never knew I smile.

But as I smile my demons get excited

Black bile seeps slowly from the cracks in my shattered vessel

Greeting his pink, pumping organ

Wrapping it with warm embrace

That makes it open more.

Oh, you Silly Boy.

Had you knew

Had you knew to stay away maybe that organ would still pump

Maybe scars wouldn't don your soul

Maybe your smile would still be bright... still be pure.

I'd apologize but it'd make me a liar.

Two dirty souls are better than one.

-Mes. G