Be as the concluded myth
that I exist
beating beneath your tongue
in the ****-all-in
intake of breath
that you take
before I decide ; I hate your guts
And let me ponder upon your words
Still my beating heart.
And let my mind know what it wants
know of its fractures
of its eternal return
to thoughtless words
and empty thoughts

let me Love you a little less
Hate you a little more
with the knowledge that My Mind
knows it all

n.b.