i.
the old couch
you, half naked me
resting in between that
one place of stillness of false pretense of
love wrapped within bounds of
human flesh and
thin confusion
we have no idea
how any of this is done

ii.
instead of being welcomed
i was transformed
glancing down at my white cotton dress
pulled so high, so high up
your shirt thrown carelessly
onto the worn carpet
eyes burning
as fingers pull pull pull
on the strings of my innocence

iii.
sighing heavily into your collarbone
i choked
while you covered my body
every inch with your heat
you didn't know
how much i wanted to love
you, this moment
in return, you took it all
every sweep every glance every sharp angle
became your very own
demise

iv.
i drove back home
windows through scent tangled hair
wisps of remnants
i no longer wanted to remember
images ingrained onto my mind
as stars fell from that
black hole of a sky