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