SOL: Sick

In my absence, you learn loathing
Deep, rotting soul ache that spreads from chest to lips
To innermost caverns, I aggravate you, our twisted games of affection
Fists curl until taunt and white and your knuckles tear through
Skin like buds in the spring, I cannot love you, but
We both know you will cave, I’ll carve a macabre
Smile into your belly and parade you through the streets
I want the neighborhood to see what a mess
I’ve made…

3AM Thoughts // AKA “My Love Ruins Everything It Touches.”


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