the rebirth of venus

lovesick

i think of you as a creature made out of gummy sun beams and raw honey (sticky, sweaty, painted in watercolours and onyx chalk)

i think of you as a polished illness — a parasite that grows inside my vanilla scented chest and eats on my ill-fated heart

you told me you loved me when i was weak... but in retrospect, you sickened me death

pure moonlight resting on the tip of your bloody tongue and smell of rotten rose pedals as you'd kiss my pain away — you can tell me anything — whisper me lies, baby, drown me in your pretty lies

(you smile ruthlessly and roll another cigarette; you look flawlessly insane, sucking on tobacco and cocaine)

...but i'm a camouflaged liar trying to look like a 90s beauty doll — porcelain skin and pearls instead of teeth... and you know that
as you fuck me raw on the stone cold floor
and then, you'll leave me bleed to

death. 

you'd like to say it's more than that and
in the morning, as the golden sun dips in the sweat droplets atop your peach sap skin,
you'll call it love...
but you're so numbly wrong —

it's madness! you!

you're high on coke and mdma third night in a row, screaming nonsense at the deaf gods above... cherry blood running down your fingers,
but it's a sweet, sweet touch...
put them in my mouth,
stroke my throat and slit it open

hands reaching for my bruised chest —
my heart prays on your bitter touch,
and you'll leave me in the morning

all over
again.

fᵤcₖ yₒᵤ, ᵥₑₙᵤₛ!