Mona Lisa, your smile’s a loaded gun,

painted nights when we were barely twenty-one.

Crooked halo, vinyl skipping on the run,

I still taste the aerosol of everything we spun.

You said time’s just oil across a burning sea,

so I dove in, let the colors drown me.

Now your frame hangs crooked in my neon room—

still laughing, still leaving, still gone too soon.

Love hangover, drip in my veins like champagne

your name still fizzing on the back of my tongue

3 a.m. neon, heartbeat syncopated

we kissed too loud, now the silence is hung

over us, over us, sweet poison parade

I chase the ache like it’s sugar on ice

you text in slow motion, I read it in waves

come back, let’s overdose twice