Feelings
Would, you forget my name
if I forgot yours, too?
It’d be nice
to watch you walk,
right onto the surface
of the sun.
Clothes peeling,
from your skin.
Kicking and screaming?
I don’t really care.
Either way, we really don’t
have to drag this out,
longer than it has to be.
And you’ve taken from me,
everything I cherished
and turned it, into yours.
Somehow, I’m not even myself,
when you come around.
I always cloak these thoughts
in smiles and kisses.
But now, I’ll set
them free on you
like a vial of small pox,
in a room full of children.
Those bloodshot eyes
look back at me, and
I can see I’ve hit a nerve.
You’re all choked up love.
Now tell me, quickly:
How hard is it to breathe,
with my hands down your throat?
