I made a wrong move
and they all shifted to me,
gazed,
glazed,
unrelenting.
Their hollow, black portals
revealed their concealed minds
filled with disgust
and malice.
The same action a million times over,
and they never act upon their desires,
because they know this scars me more.

when you gave me my heart back,
it was cold in my chest.

when i gave you your heart back,
it was warmer than before.

i cherished it and kept it warm.

you threw mine on ice
so it wouldn't spoil.

she said

"i'll teach you to love,
just draw nearer to me.
draw nearer to me
and i'll make you mine."

as she

laced up her best heels
put on her best face
and applied another coat
of liquid vanity.

as i
made an effort to

concoct a new way to say
"no"

and

ignore the
rotting
carcasses of
hearts
that strewed the floor.
i'd seen her kind before
"but losing you would be a chore
my darling detritivore"

i said

there is pride in pain
pleasure in punishment
and dignity in degradation

so i'll be

in my own little self-torture chamber
wallowing in my own little passion pit
plastering a new persona on myself

and when i'm done

this internal itch for ill blood
will ease
but i myself will be stronger

we're

all over.
all taken.
all broken.
all spent.

you expected us all
to be heaven sent.

he was a liar.

"him" was a user.

that one obsessed.

and i went insane.

and we were all
salted
like the slugs we "were".

Love is even sadder
when followed by
a "d".

Keep telling yourself you'll get better.
Keep telling yourself you'll change.
Get on your knees,
bow your head,
and
keep telling yourself you're forgiven.
You go take the pills for your migraines.
You don't know they're just sugar,
but they work anyway.
They're nothing substantial,
but you're not informed enough to
know.