i'll miss the sunset when you're not watching it

i've gone wild.

i touch your memory

with tender fingers

out of fear of it fading away

crumbling to dust

on my fresh satin sheets

silverskin tainted red

by fists

and kisses

and the blood

from a tongue grazed on broken vinyl

cigarette holes

in my favorite slip

that i still wear

because it reeks of you

cardigans and beer cans

filled with nothing but your despair

i breathe it in 

before i lose it all

we are disgusted by each other's blood

yet

we love to watch each other bleed

and i'll lick your wounds

in ignorance of where they came from

just to burn a taste of evil into my mouth

and i'll live forever

but i won't love to live

for what is life without the madness that comes with him?

Author's Note

thoughts? (i would die for line by line criticism) thanks for reading, by the way.