i am not in love with you,
and probably never will be.
you pull away from me,
looking at me with foreign eyes
i do not know this color;

you do not fill the hole he left.

i press my mouth to you,
pull you to me in the dark.
frantic,
you dont like it when i bite
i need you to hurt me...
break down the wall of bones
and catch what's left of my beating heart.

there's a bitter taste between us
we gave it a title,
a game of make pretend.

you move so fast, and i
can't keep up.
so i lay down on our bed
in front of the tv,
nessled in the living room
where we dont do much

living.