I guess I wasn’t that mad while you were inside of me, huh?
I wanted to tell you how much I can’t stand you,
but I was silenced by your stroke.
You come to me with a full mouth and empty hands,
but I am so smitten by the words you string together
that I ignore what you lack.
You and I both know we have an expiration date;
one that I have to implement myself.
I’ve stalled this departure way too many times.
We should’ve ended already,
but it’s not that hard to tell,
that I’m in love with your heaven,
and I’m in love with your hell.
written November 5, 2016.