You told me not to write what happened to us that morning,
or the weeks that followed.
But you know I break all the rules, especially when it comes to you.
So this is the thing I'm not writing about how I broke you down,
ripped flesh from bone.
About how I won that morning,
uninvited, clawing back pieces of your heart and spitting them all over you,
sweaty skin on skin.
How you pinned me up against your bedroom wall,
your fleshy masterpiece.
How you mumbled that the love had died,
but you couldn't look me in the eye.
How you still thought I was perfect,
even though I was broken.
You clutched to my skin as though as I were your life-raft,
saving you from drowning amongst the sheets.
How you gasped my name over and over,
as though only I and I alone could save you
This is the thing I'm not writing,
about how I saw the tears in your eyes as we both lay amongst the rubble --
pillows on the floor, crooked painting above our heads.
About how I ended up in that goodbye bed when another man made me cry,
2am,
Saturday night,
and then again one night more.
So I won't write about this thing,
"Us..",
and how even though it's over,
it won't ever really be over.
or the weeks that followed.
But you know I break all the rules, especially when it comes to you.
So this is the thing I'm not writing about how I broke you down,
ripped flesh from bone.
About how I won that morning,
uninvited, clawing back pieces of your heart and spitting them all over you,
sweaty skin on skin.
How you pinned me up against your bedroom wall,
your fleshy masterpiece.
How you mumbled that the love had died,
but you couldn't look me in the eye.
How you still thought I was perfect,
even though I was broken.
You clutched to my skin as though as I were your life-raft,
saving you from drowning amongst the sheets.
How you gasped my name over and over,
as though only I and I alone could save you
This is the thing I'm not writing,
about how I saw the tears in your eyes as we both lay amongst the rubble --
pillows on the floor, crooked painting above our heads.
About how I ended up in that goodbye bed when another man made me cry,
2am,
Saturday night,
and then again one night more.
So I won't write about this thing,
"Us..",
and how even though it's over,
it won't ever really be over.