P.P.D.

Wouldn't I be 

just the perfect heartbreak story?

If you wanted to hear that sort of a tale.

Just a polaroid you shake

Over and over again.

Hoping the thought lines change

Hoping the colors brighten, just a bit

Hoping it's not all hollow.

That it hasn't been too late

That the nitrate under the tongue

Was quick enough,

To dissolve.

To revive

Some electricity in that head.

Wouldn't I make the perfect picture 

to draw

Blood from?

Beads of sweat mixed with angst

An insignificant muse

Too wordly to poison.

But with just enough magic

To want to destroy.

Oh, Troy!

Was it all for me?

In heat

In despair.

Will I always scream?

"My kingdom for a nail, my kingdom!"

For a rusty, old nail.