These Are the Last Words I'Ll Write

These are the last words I'll write for you The sugared dedications discontinue Each word hatched from one mistake Wanting you more than I can take Intentions seem so futile now Wipe remnants of love from your brow Convinced you're white, so pure, intact Lucky for me, I look good in black So certain that you're making sense As you speak of futures in past-tense You claim the truth was always clear Am I a victim of synaesthesia? Human capsaicin eating heart tissue A master of riddle and cryptical clues But I've breached my Capulet attitude These are the last words I'll write for you.