William Malfoy to a Courtesy Phone

I wear the dress you deny me in,
Black shrouded, empire waist.
Toxic intoxicated
A memory scent.
Taunted

and we are back to
Cat and mouse.
No, you are a rat
Holed up somewhere dark.

No love songs
Admitting
I prefer your company.

I throw darts,
Race for the sunset,
Melt wax and paint KahlOkeefe,
Dance myself threadbare.

I am not ready
To burn you
Or send you away like the others.

Though I could predict
The number of times more
You will deny me
Instead of opening
Door to door
Instead of breathing life into me.

It's a good thing
This dress fits,
I could wear it for years.

//FLIP IT