(.I)


my lips are bloody,

brittled
from the cigarette holes
that you burned like the
scraps of our

memories

(.II)


you were addictive,
like my playtime
Paroxetine pills,
so I swallowed the
ramipril of your rage

inch by inch..
until

my ribcage was
stripped and

shredded
like the blackened backbones
of your poetic

palpitations

(.III)


yesterday,

we danced till
the drugs of our romance
crumpled...To form
meclizine mosaics across the
sounds of my
agony

I blew soundless
setraline in the air--

round & ruptured-
like the shape of
my soul

and listened
to watch
the pistols shooting
from your lips

that
broke into
painless prisms
of

milk & honey,
as they shattered like
liquid stars
between
the seraph blades of your
spine--


I learned to
fake.


(.IV)

today,
I hid our hopes
in the blur of your
dyslexic fingers

and clawed the crumbs
of my twisted

truth
beside our bedside table--
and drank the drops of
your milk
that shone like fluid pearls
when you moaned..

I was
ceased
to be a human at all,
until

I learned the
lesson of
getting


lost....