i tied my heart to a purple balloon

the peanut lolita sunset you caught for me decayed
on my palm when I saw yesterday hang itself
under the tamarind tree outside my window,
its corpse swinging back and forth
in the delinquent breeze

you never said goodbye so i tied my heart to
a purple balloon while dead poets sang
an anthem of the unrequited to a
vintage moon that I found hiding
behind a morphine cloud

I threw our make-shift sky built from
scraps of hit and run poetry in the trash as
your poseidon touch blew out the candlelit stars,
signifying the casualty of something beautiful
because in the end, we're just made
of bruises and scars