I finally tore you apart with my hands and
Let the pieces drip-dry,
Fingertips glazed in the masses of lies that you
Swore to me were never more than
French kisses and false alarms,
Little misunderstandings and cracklings of wood fire
That would never ignite,
As long as it was me.
Everything we ever did had a catch to it:
Something I owed you and never asked for,
A bunch of one-sided promises illuminated in
Spontaneous sparks of hatred disintegrating all you ever did
To make my cells divide for their love of you.
Make me.
Make me douse my skin with your alacrities and ashes,
And I still couldn’t bare forever.
