maxwritesporn
fingers in my mouth,
not mine, not yours.
i see you in bonsai branches.
in ravaged roman god faces.
will you break her,
the way you spent me?
drop her lace to the floor,
when sheæs fevered and feeble,
the way you did to me?
i burned the flowers you once bought,
smoked the ashes
just to taste what we were;
all indifference, all loss
the nectar of destruction
of deception.
i could never forget you.
never unlove
how sick you made me.