I can still feel it:
the hot knife of your betrayal,
dripping out of your mouth & onto my sleeve.
There it sat for a moment
-just one-
before it burned through
& stabbed me in the shoulderblade.
I'm not proud of the way my tongue turned into a fish hook
& flew across the room to catch you by the throat.
I would love to say:
" I'M NOT SORRY"
&
"I DON'T LOVE YOU"
But those words do not tell the whole truth.
Truth is: I could eat rocks with you forever.
Laughing & crying & kidding ourselves