I was the blank canvas
you scribbled upon.
This was meant to be
you made it profane.
Pinpricks of stars struck
through a black velvet scrim.
(They sung hollow in my skull –
sparking, sizzling like live wires,
the kind they always warn you
Your veins laced with poison,
the only thing poisoning me
was your love.
I thought I meant more than this,
tossed upon a soiled mattress
like a pile of rubbish.
All the while, writing desperate poetry
with my tongue.
I just wanted to write something
that would please you.
(Will any of this ever please you?)
All these avenues I’ve ventured,
yet you’re the one who lingers.
I’ve always been a glutton
You’ve inflicted the greatest damage of all,
yet you’re too blind to face what remains.
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