Midnight Blue

by L.J. Shen

You look at me with dynamite in your eyes, waiting for me to light up the match and finally set you on fire.”

Can you keep a secret? Sometimes I look at you and all I see is regret My little passion pit is out of this world Dictates my every lyric and note and word I do all the things I want to do to you in the dark But time knows and sees and notices every mark And sometimes I want you But most times I don’t I should leave you alone, but we both know I won’t.

I’m the king with no subjects The vain man with no crowd The drunk twat who’s always so fucking loud And you’re the rivers and mountains

Maybe even the oxygen itself You’re the wind that carries me from place to place The only high I always chase

And I would travel from asteroid to asteroid Trying to find the one that would be ours Building palace after palace until it feels like home From London to Paris, from New York to Rome The Little Prince, Alex Winslow

“I apologize in advance.” He cocked his head to the side. “For?” “Ruining you for any other man on this planet. I’m going to fuck you, Indie. So hard you’ll think about me years from now, when you lie under your boring, missionary-loving husband. I will own every orgasm, every shiver, every wave of pleasure inside you. From here on out, it will be me. Just me. And for that, I truly am sorry.”

“What do you want from me, Alex?” Everything. I want everything, and then all the things you’ve already given away to other people. I want them back, too.

It was you I wrote songs about. It is you I see first thing in the morning before I open my eyes, like you’re carved into my fucking eyelids from the inside. It’s you I see at night, a second before I fall asleep, like you’re printed on every goddamn ceiling in Europe. I don’t want this to end, and my reasons are purely selfish.