And the irony is
If I slit those wrists you held tight
They will bleed the blood that still loves u

You see me
and think
I am alive,
hair, bones
and teeth
heart swelling,
shrinking, pulsing
blood

but kiss me
and you will
taste death,
lingering like
icing sugar
on my blistered
blue lips

You break me beautifully
split the fabricated flesh
that once felt like silk
under your soft fingers.

I remember the sunset,
the first night we spent together.
He told me he loved me,
held my hand and swore his life to me.
Made promises that he
couldn't keep.


I used her for fertilizer
in my garden.
Made her believe she was special.
I stole the light from her eyes,
and left her in the dark --
without day.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

like a cigarette, ignited and raised to your scornful lips
you made me your addiction
and i let you consume me