"lovelovelove"

he whispers in my ear, i shiver
because i feel maggots crawling up my spine
and the shine in my eyes
is not from lust, but fear
still. his hands trace my hips
and his tongue flicks my lips

i don't let him in, but he forces entry.

funny in a way that he is so
adamant, insisting he loves me
well, if this is love
i want no part of it

i never wanted to be part of him

.

.

.

these days i sometimes wake up breathing heavy
and i think it is his arms i am untangling myself from
when i am twisted into my sheets.

i do not ever cry,
but if this is love,
i want no part of it.

if this is love,
i want no part of it.