i. she was the bittersweet dalliance of dark liquids in his single malt //
a sublimated tonic of fleeting smiles and painted laugh lines //
she was the slow kill of wilting sanity swirling in his sugar glass stem //
she drizzled on him slow with saccharinated satin teardrops he never realized when her sullied symmetry became his muse on a halcyon day.

ii. she was the tortured beauty of
dopamine stains his fists left on cracked screens and glass walls //
the caesurean silences after nuclear winter //
she left traces of her honey milk skin in subversive neurons of his mind // she was the crystalline love that burned in the cinders of his pumping little flesh caged in flame licked hollow bones.

iii. she was the humming earworm that hurricaned through his ears //
a haunting melody of synthetic lovers with terracotta bodies and musky cologne //
she was the sonnet that pierced his heart in fourteen different ways //
the fine print on danger labels of his blank verses //
her acrylic violin strings lacerating his wrists.

iv. she was the novocaine coursing through his veins //
a paradise that could have been and taciturn smiles that promise anaesthesia //
she was a footloose of nectarine syllables that lolled off her redundant lies //
she was the insomniac a.m.'s under gaslight he spent cradling salt wounds.

v. she was lachrymose numbness of serotonin consumed drunkenly // doused with sparkling cider and lavender sangrias she left him scathed with bevvied glances //
she was irascible rage and candied amour //
his hazel chasms where she pirouettes on honeyed toes.

vi. she was the baneful addiction of glock 17 in his trembling hands //
a star spangled cocaine tinted nightmare //
she was vapid trysts between the lines of his calloused palm //
the melted wax from late night escapades.

vii. she was the acrid goodbye of the suicide note on velvet cushions //
the golden ichor spilt in the pallid bathtub where he drowned in sweet reverie //
she was the porcelain sinks where burdened hearts crack from midnight terrors //
the lather of cosmic chaos and missed calls //
she burnt his heart in honey bronze and called it a forest fire.