It Feeds

Stream of consciousness

It still feeds on my insides
like the way i woke up after us
and it was over
just sticky but there remained
the warmth i thought would last
until you were inside again
but in time it goes it goes and ebbs away
like the dissident tide on a stunted beach,
the waiting waiting waiting and
oh how i have waited
i still wait.
But the warmth of my gentle hate
replaces the heat made
by your frictious tongue,
leeching out the pigment of my obsession
like the faded irrelevance of photos
ghosting family members you never knew,
standing by cars you didn't know they had.
The taffy of my confused eviscera
still dripped from your traitor lips
when you said those words
and i didn't care shut up shut up shut up
just taste kiss feel fuck
don't give me your identity crisis
i won't examine this from you
not now not ever no.
i am the heartless princess you created,
I locked myself in the tower of
I Will Hurt You If You Ever Stop Hurting Me.
My skin bleeds the tears
i would not weep for you,
for me without you,
for me before your traitor mouth ate who i was
and spit out who i have become.