Black Moth Ballet (Your Hologram Hurts)

Your love was a dead butterfly pinned to my ribs
Wings still fluttering with old electricity
I wore your silence like a wire crown
Now my throat's a haunted radio

I bled glitter in your lobby
You taped my pulse to a metronome–
I was your favorite elegy
But you deleted the ending

Black moth ballet in my chest
Your shadow waltzes with the streetlight
I press my lips to your hologram
It burns like vodka and battery acid
Call me when the clocks melt
I'll still be yours in static

We smoked in the graveyard of old cellphones
Your laugh was a screen door slamming shut
You kissed me with lips like blurred barcodes
Now I scan the dark for your ghost

The city's a crucifix of lonely lights
I touch myself just to feel like someone–
You wanted a poem written in bullet's
But I'm just ink and bruises

Maybe next lifetime
I'll be more than background noise–
But tonight the sky's a black screen
And I rewind our fake goodbye