Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Love Is a Sticky Mess



My tongue is leaden with
particles of you,
and my soul weary;
I love you
but I love you
no more.

I am more
ghost
than solid flesh. I
roam the piceous concourse of
your murky mind too long,
too often.
And I saw

Your shriveled bones.
I love you
but I'm suffocating. 
You crowd my lips 
and you clot
in the pores of my 
withering skin. 

You disgust me,
but I love you
and I love you still. 

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