I grow weary of crafting words that are spun together
feeling as if there is a beauty spurting from my pain
because the words are still marching from your wellspring
and they're saturated in your sticky intoxication
It forces me to taste the sour fact that
the fire you set to my life still burns
and decimates ties strewn out of feeble love attempts
No matter the count of the condemnations of our life
you still dwell inside of my every word
and all of my metaphors
My vocabulary is limited to you and
you drag me below the pool of new words waiting on the surface
So I rewrite the same sentiments that play between
self loathing
heartbreak
and love

Write where you want me.

I loved you
because when you said, “let me make love to you”
you sounded like a drunk
pleading for one more drink
I loved you
because even after I confessed
my dustiest secrets
you still looked at me like I was
heaven’s missing angel
I loved you
because you thought
the scars on my thighs
formed the most beautiful constellations
and you wanted to map out each one
I loved you
because you loved me
more than I ever could

           I left you
           because you loved me
           more than I ever could