PIEL DE MIEL

ineedyou

there's sharp glass in my throat
lodged there from trying to swallow the pieces you broke me into to try to put myself back together
and your hand pushing at my neck digs deeper
digging your grave in the hickeys you bit into me
(bruises that etched into my oesophagus,
lining my pounding sternum)
you have crimson tears paint my cheeks
crying and eyelids crusted over and i can only see redhot blood (that i've mistaken for my bleeding love for you)
your hands are wrapped around my throat
squeezing until all i can choke out is a plead
please don't go,
i say
i'll miss the warmth flooding my throat
spilling over my tongue
seeping through my teeth
hopefully you'll at least let me clean it off your fingertips
blood dried under your nails
i know you'll keep that as memorabilia for later
just let your smile be the last thing that carves my vision
before you take all of my oxygen for yourself
before your fist leaves a bruise clenched around my pulse
at least you'll leave a lasting impression.