I fell in love with a boy. He was sad.
He curled up next to me in bed one night
and he cried on me.
His tears soaked through my shirt:
"I have no answers"
he whispered into my neck,
and I felt the tears roll
down my collarbone.

He cried on me was we made love together,
and I felt his tears burn my skin.
With each tear more of his features
melted away.

My love's skin dripped off,
droplet by droplet, onto me.
His tears stunned me with their heat.

As he dripped away, a rusty metal frame
emerged from under his flesh.

As I pushed him away,
his metal joints creaked and his rusty skeleton
flaked onto the bed.

I was in a puddle of sweat
and I was unreasonably calm
as I cozied up in the heat off his tears -
in the puddle that was once my love.