Every sip I take
Every bad choice I make
Nothing makes me forget
That every single time
..
I break

A terrible lover is similar
to a terrible piece of chicken.
You can choke it down
as expected, or cast
the remnants away
and move on.
Neither option is ideal,
but only one
is grounded in truth.

—Ron Gavalik

I forced myself to stop loving you
Because holding on was suffocating
Urban ivy, forgiving fists
I forced myself to stop loving you
Until it worked,
until I hated you in every way I never wanted to

do you remember me
below the docks in the rain storm
how my cheeks sparked
against your open palm, cupped
and you learned at that moment
electrocution smells nitrous
amplified by the salt of waves
beating torrential downpour
and the petrichor that filled our lungs
you said I had never looked
more beautiful than the moment
bolts of currents shot from my eyes
and pools of blood formed tears
that ran down my face when I confessed
my love for you for the first time
and I became the very lightning itself
my touch was a boom against your skin
you were prone, and I had you pinned
transfering a steady stream of volts
through lips and teeth and tongues
my skin hot to the touch and I was fire
you thought I'd keep you warm
but a bright flash later, and I was gone