our love was uncomfortable
made her reel
skyrocket
lose control
lift from the ground
with not enough momentum.
what might have aided
forced her forward,
conspired against her
& pulled her down
contact & corrode.
made my skin itch
tormenting, restless fingers
rub away the best parts
& reveal the scabs beneath.
At least she's propelled,
going somewhere. I'm stuck
sitting with how unhappy I am with myself,
& she's tumbling, tossed away from how unhappy I make her too.