for mary


he bangs his head
against the wall and leave
a bloody mark-
red against white.

and darling, it's all because
of you.

he still remembers you,
and he doesn't know why
he can't scratch you from
his mind
(he's malfunctioning and it's getting
even the littlest of information
of you drowns him
to his insanity- a part of him that
scares the living out of him

you said you drink hot chocolate
for breakfast, right?
- fuck you.
he can't even look at another
girl's lips without thinking
of hot chocolate staining their red
wanting, desperate lips.

honestly, fuck you.