I hate the taste of your mouth
More than a hurricane hates land
But I am hypnotized
With the way you can deluge me
With the subtlest of touches.
I wish the memory of you would fade
But I still wonder if
The dust in the forgotten parts of your bedroom
Ever make you yearn for me was I do you.
So carve your apologies into the wall
Until you have no fingernails left.
I'm tired of being stuck in this ruthless affinity
To the way your lips greeted mine.
I am tired of being attached
To even the mention of your name.