so it returns, so it lingers
and the world keeps spinning without you
head in my lap, yogurt cups, miyazaki movies in 360p
isn’t it strange
how heartbreak still chases you two years later
like some kind of sickening hunger
waiting like a dog at the train station
at the foot of your bed
inconsolable
again and again and again
left a ring of teeth marks bruised
all soft and tender
sinking into the exposed shoulder of my heart
oh, what a shame
what a wretched little animal
and you?
executioner turned martyr turned executioner turned martyr
muzzle against your mouth
too quick to say prayers, too slow to say grace
i don’t remember the way it felt anymore
except that it was bright and hot and slick in my palms
sorry, do i know you?
hand in my hand, honey-scented soap, pale aquarium lights
i should have reopened that scar on your back
then at least it would be mine
and the world keeps spinning without
