Unloving Does Not Fit The Space

Pieces of you lie about, worn layers
 discarded,  replaced by ones  
that do not love.
Unloving does not fit the space
 left empty
Disrespect shines off the reflection
 on the tops of your shoes
You,   the enemy of your strength
  stares up at you

 Gripping right, skin stripped to
bare bone you gather,  flesh
bonding what does not fit.
You've crawled to the depths,  of
 self-gratification.
It  destroys,  every good thing
about you,

 Digging through the rusty bottom
 of filth trenching with your bare
 hands through the deepest parts of your mind
You reappear

To  bedazzle me with your sequined
smile.
Your rich patina drags on through
your tarnished layers of deceit.

You look back at me,  as I gnaw
on your fucked up ways like a
 starving dog chewing on its own leg.
A  sick act of obedience
I sit by your side waiting for you
to vomit more hatred to relish
in it as you wait to hear me say
amen
 followed by amen

Bathed in wax,   chained to  anger,
flesh betrays the ignorant.
Heatwave shapes fumes that  hang
 from the dreadful vines  with broken heart-shaped  leaves,  
Buds with promise,  melting onto the vinyl paint that coats everything
making me feel alright.

Words peel,  into curls fallen
to the floor,  from the rounded windowsill not meant to hold
 anything except,  all your empty promises

The ones that leap off and shout
 I told you so.
Vintage suitcase yes, the ugly one,
 leaks pieces of your mind the one's
 you shared with me.

They drip into  a manual sieve,
where I spend too much time
filtering, the good shit that floats away like particles of dust in that beam
of light the same one that blinds me when I look at you

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