Heart Shaped BruisesWe both bare our marks now,
mine just happens to be a bit more visible then yours.
I haven't been able to stop smiling for the past three days and I'm beginning to think this is a good thing, like it's how I really should have been a along.
At this point it doesn't mater that I can't move my neck or that your ribs are bruised or even that we still can't identify who the blood staining the sheets belonged too.
It maters that I had my moment and you had yours, and that we ended it together, laying close, contently giggling.
To My HusbandMy best dress smells like the Camels you bummed from our Thursday night shrink.
You're not a smoker and I'm not an alcoholic, and that's the only reason couples counseling is working out.
I don't think we've had a sober interaction in over a year,
and I think we should keep it that way.
for the kids.
Untitled 2 (Kismesitude)You look at me with understanding eyes, completely missing the point.
We're in the same boat, but I may have just been pulled over to drown in my own self loathing.
I hate you but, but that's not true, I'm not sure there’s a word for how I feel.
I want to break you.
Throw you to the ground, my foot crushing down on your ribs, break your jaw, then kiss you while my knuckles turn white around your throat.
Leave you to pray for mercy that I will not give.
I love you,
but not in a way that can't be prefaced without hate.
Not in a way that I want you, but that I need you.
In a way that you compel and complete me.
I hate you.
And there's nothing more to say.
Untitled 1My innocence is comparable to your own as I rip your flesh away from your bone, praising your trust all along.
Weak knees bear down on your chest, shortening your breath and stealing your consciousness bring you closer to death.
Blood pools at the corners of your mouth, as I pull you slowly closer, lips meet as your breath does cease.
I blame your affections for this lusty violent rage,
maybe your heart would still pump blood through your vains if you’d restricted the attention you paid.