Warm fur coat

I wore him like a warm fur coat after all he was dead inside. We were conjoined as two pieces of Velcro and when we separated the sound echoes still in the night the vibrations still felt. Like a volcano errupting we shook. Now the I love you and I miss yous are simply Band-Aids to plug the large leaking holes and cavities left agape in the night. They all sound like IOU's .The bleeding is perfuse. The tiny cuts and scars are breaks of pain the agony it seems endless. I look around for blood but there is non just hot tears that flow unprovoked. Im left licking my wounds like a sad bitch it's only fitting. I too have hurt and cried and yelled and spit. I fucked and fought and cursed and seethed. Never thought I'd curl my lips so cruel to bare my teeth in such a way to show distaste. Like a fallen angel I cried as he ripped off my wings and I've given my Grace to be like him to be with him.