I FEEL Him

I let him rape away the innocence. I let him choke back the tears. Suppressing the pain, taking in too much of anesthetics (him). I breathe in the disease (him) like a breath of fresh air. Devouring him like he’s fucking dinner on Christmas night. And then lay on his floor staring at my bruises of his love. A second longer and I feel the hate cut slits into my life again. My fingers dangling from my neck, as if too turn off this process of affection that dives into my gut. Acid like tears, pilfering through my eyes for an unknown heaven of peace. As I sink to the floor in my own conscience, trying to hide the fact that I can still FEEL him.