I’m not good at stopping
at telling myself enough
a black hole a spiral vortex
with a heart that likes it rough
The animal in me cries
for heaps and heaps of pleasure
to feed until I’m stopped I’m sick
from overeating overdrinking
overfeeling overspeaking
I was empty and needed you
to fill me up with helium
to send me up until I burst
make me big so you could
make me small
So then I binged on your body
I wanted more and more
I tried to be vegan
and you’ve made me carnivore
I stuffed myself with you 'cause
you were going to disappear
at any moment I held on
cut my own skin to keep you near
I bit off more than I could chew
I overdosed on you
on your magnetic eyes
I licked your sweet and sour words
I swallowed all your pointed lies
I knew I’d get hurt from the start
though already too late like
silly children we reach and touch a heart
like touching a hot plate
Now my brain’s poisoned and I need to
keep it occupied
because your face has lately been the
screensaver of my mind
you scratch my thoughts and still amongst
my little fears you hide
This isn’t a love story
it is a story of two bodies
some body wanted to feel at home and
some body wanted to be torn apart
more and more and more and more