I’m not meant to live like this.
giving power and proof
to an idea that lives in the gaps of my teeth
and makes my bones scream, those girls
are ripping the love out of me and it’s
a bloody, putrid mess.
they’re feeding on me and only after they are done, when I have made them sick and
I am nothing but sun bleached bones,
someone will find me, might compare me to
Prometheus, the evidence in my teeth-scraped remains
that I was never loved, only hunted.
they’ll pity me even though I invited
those brown blue green eyes into my life
and let them watch me until I was reborn,
over and over and over, until
my veins were filled with love fueled rage
and I let them kill me and consume
because it was easier
than coming to terms with my plagued,
loveless body
