i'm too sober to ever have this conversation with you ~

 
{iii}
meticulously
you dismantle me
from the inside,
unravel my guts to
joyfully
splash in
the open wound ...
... my heart is
clotted sludge,
liquesced
puddl'd
around your ankles

{ii}
i miss the way daylight
yawns
across your pillow
{&} kisses
copper lights into
those silken lengths i
long to wrap
once
twice
thrice
around my fist
& smother your
pretty boy face
in my lurid cunt
again

{i}
cuddle me,
you bastard
sleep with me
without
ill-intent, without
the urge to
systematically
break my heart