Recovery

Devil Boy

Cold blooded, black-hearted, steel lipped, devil boy. You, of whom love you have never tasted, have a muscular monster surrounded by rusty chains behind your rib cage as a prison. Your heart, my darling, is dangerous. You need to learn to stop killing everything you touch. Stop poisoning souls with the after-taste of your heavenly shaped lips. You carved kisses all over my body and I thought the red marks come from the compression of your lips against my skin only to find my bruises crying out blood and carrying your scent away along with the memories of our summer days. I'm bleeding all over your shirt, the one I now own on my very own. I'm bleeding and I need you and I don't think I can go on without the predilection of your smile and the vital look in your eyes. Don't you dare tell me you miss me when I'm the one kissing bottles of pills and holding alcohol shots around my arms and breathing into cigarette smoke. Don't you dare tell me you need me when letting go was your own choice. your actions left you alone. Letting strange people into each of our rooms won't give the puzzle pieces of our hearts back to us. The pieces are now shattered on the floor where we last met. I've been passing by every once in awhile with new glue for another try. But the pieces that fit perfectly to each other have to be taken from both our hearts. Goddamnit, we cannot and shall not be two souls that complete each other. Adapting to different affections won't fill the void in our psyches and burying our old path won't build us new separate ones. You, of whom love you have never tasted, couldn't force that black creature of yours filled with hatred to handle the love I provided for you. Goddamnit.