First she will run her fingers through your hair
and poetry
will spill out of her mouth
full of cliches that are not quite verbatim.

Then she will wear her favorite smile that knows how to destroy you,
just like you knew she would,
and with every spear you reluctantly hand her,
she will use them,
plunging them
in and out
in and out
from between your ribs
catching pieces of your heart
with it,
and your gut may tell you
to leave
but you won't.

Next, you will take those spears
and you will do as she did--
plunging them
in and out
in and out 
of yourself
until you feel nothing
but a numbing in your
conscience
and you think of nothing 
but doing it again
and again
until one day your veins
will thirst 
for some warmth again
and you will have to get up then
and you will have to leave at that instant.

You will have to rid her
from your past
and you must never look back
at her.

You cannot remember her.

Remind me to plant infernos
inside your skin,
to watch them grow
and have me hold
you
with kisses
love crumbs
terrain,
to rain on you with
tides
and put you back out
and tickle
you along your spine
when the feels
feel too much
and tell me every now and then
to explore the secrets
you keep in the loudest
corners
of your mind,
colors so deep
and rich
in unaccepted exuberance
exploding exploding
fiery thoughts
and sad thoughts
and mad thoughts

Remind me to be with you
when you need me to
because I'm sorry
I don't always know who
I am when I'm with you.