PMD - Marc E. Bassy

Rooftop pool

Versace ring ripples

Swim from the other side

We will meet up in the middle

Bright darkness

Gold shadows

Sweet longing stamped into bitter pills

Life

Lust

Love

Call it that

Call me asshole, but at least call me that

Kiss me like you believe in me like science or God

Like, I believe in you

Call me

Tattoo neon nights on our limbs in glow and the dark ink

Pour scorn on troubled waters

Dance like dirty dollars

False prophets fall at the feet of a broken goddess

So take my kindness for weakness

Be cruel to be kind

Cause your vision is perfect

But my love is just blind

Postmodern Depression