The Smell of Twisted Ways

Kisses turn into the

sweetest dreams,

sweetest nightmares,

torcherous touches

and a starry night,

I thought,

hoped I would have died,

turn to page 17,

chapters in my life

getting burned in the

ashes of your sarcasm and 

rude remarks,

my shames and lies

fills our insides,

butterflies turns into bees and moths,

drawn to the light in you,

almost stopping the flames,

burning out the candle,

drawing away,

passage two,

page 23,

stop implying,

as our nightmares catch

up with us and become the future,

making reality a dream,

and fantasy fiction