i love you enough
that my heart is
weeping
like a wound
in my chest.
i know it's not pretty
but i'll tell you
how to leave me
spitting blood
into the sink,
enameled white
porcelain veneer sneering
at the broken teeth and mirror
a foot ahead.
you smell like
drink & weed,
and you are making me sick.
in the morning,
i will sit down at the
kitchen table to show
you the vomit behind
my knees.
here,
eyes bleed rivers
Dead Sea salted
over the bends
of my thumb.
you read sad poetry
to the caves
inside my heart,
because sadness knows
no language,
and expect me
not to crumble.
