Lovers Quarrel (It's not supposed to make sense)

"I was a fool to believe that love was
just as ugly as I am. "

Like the sarcastic loom of the sun his
flashlight is blistering erotically through
the seams and cracks of the door. He
will find me soon, so, I shall swallow it
all.

Everything, all of it, all of you. They won't go
down as prettily as they were painted. They
will claw and scream, gutterally so.

Your outsides grin, reminding me again of
that bitter stream of gold that lies just beneath
your angelic veil of percieved perfection.
(I think I'll have some tea.)

I wont falter this time, no.

In a frenzy of female hormone-induced rage my
dams broke. I threw up every fib you ever forced
down my throat, and my ribcage ripped in two, with love.

"I'm sorry." You whisper beneath streams of anger
and partially digested matter.

You aren't as brave as you said you were, but then again, neither am I.