rock candy

He was so beautiful, that long haired boy.Smelling like weed and guitar stringsAnd fogged up car windows in January.Hot summer sidewalks. Blown out matches.Skinned knees. Ice cream cones. Sticky rock candyNow transformed to whiskey and cocaine.The cobwebs now pull his mouth down,Sand has settled in his cheekbones, speckledHis face with pretty lies and bad boy charm.Everything burns him like guitar stringsSnapping against calloused fingers, ironlowered into the flames of premature age.Cigarette smoke and ashes curl and veerThrough his dripping hair and down my back,Sparking on my spine, ripping me up.He ripped me open on a night of velvet andFractured glass. He rips himself open every nightWith needles and bass lines.

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