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
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
It destroys, every good thing
Digging through the rusty bottom
of filth trenching with your bare
hands through the deepest parts of your mind
To bedazzle me with your sequined
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
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