I never read books
  in my earlier years;
     to learn of
        ***** placement:
           I just dig in & make a span;
       of chaos without reason.
    Left behind, victimized;
I'm proud of what I do:
  if you survive; time heals a lot,
     but I really hope you don't.

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You're like liquid poetry
A gasoline waterfall
Pouring into me
Until my engine stalls
Tut-tut-tut-tsss

But some words are
Fluid and fat
Caught in my throat
Like phlegm

*When I'm reading this one day,
I'll wonder - was I alive here?
I'll just be an untitled story
Known only to myself.

I don't want plain.
Sure in my black and white world
You were grey
But
I wanted color.
I wanted vibrancy.
I wanted you
But
You couldn't give me what I needed
And
I couldn't give you what you needed.
As much pain as it causes me
We just weren't meant to be.
After all you were as grey as your smoke
I was as blue as the sea.

You
         fell
                into
                         my seductive oil slick
                                              saturated
                                           by
                                     my
black loveless glare

I
s l a s h e d and tore at all I could in you
stole
parts
of
you
that you didn't even know you had

I wear your skin as a suit now
you're my prized deer so to speak
tracked
              tricked
                            hunted
                                           consumed
buckle for me
under my weight