Poetry

80. kill me, darling

rip the skin from my arms and shred my body apart,

because I can barely stand being alive.

I am overcome,

with love,

and I see nothing but stars and fire and

tear me apart

because I cannot stand to breathe a second longer

with so much emotion.

set my lips on fire,

break my hands with stones,

rip my bones from my chest and build me a grave because

my soul cannot breathe in this body.

I am buried,

broken,

dead,

overwhelmingly smothered with something I barely remember from a story I once read.

Do you remember? You've read it, too.

I spell out my life like a doctor and tell nothing of the truth.

Only the truth.

But nothing of this, this that makes the air around me thick and hot and impassable.

I am frozen, in the air,

Propelled forward but nothing moves,

You disappear.

Fire has never so quickly frozen before and my body shatters with ice shards because

I am dead and my heart,

it is Gone.

Do you remember? Small and happy we met.

We were small, and I was happy.

You burned me,

Blazed me,

Branded me with the hot iron of your stupidness and your brilliance and now I have shattered from something you've never done.

My soul is gone.

It is Somewhere, but not here,

It is hunting for something that smothers it again.

And I cannot breathe, and it makes me feel whole,

Because I am no science experiment to be written in only the truth and

That part of me must be balanced.

You lit me ablaze,

Tore my skin off and buried me in a coffin made from the bones you ripped from my boy and

I need it.

Because I am not capable

Of managing a life.