For (F***) Love's Sake

I wrote my soul into you

But now my words sweat down your skin-

A mucky puddle wriggles within your

space, slinks into the cracks in the

flooring, entices each breath to taste

As dust,

Leaves a trail of our love like crisped, fallen

leaves.

The ink of my eye dribbles out your pores

Yet I am the one itching at my burnt flesh,

Fingernails bitten down to stubs to keep my

head in the present

Still both of us- you and I, no longer both of

us but humankind in bodies of mutual

standing- we speak in devastation.

Our story was meant to be creative non

fiction but instead I gripped the pen too

tight and dug fantasy into our skins,

I dragged the bookmark out and lost the

page we were in when happiness ruled

And our smiles pressed together seemed

Raw and right and something worth

reaching out for.

You will always be worth reaching out for-

But my words have run their course

And So has our love.