Some days it’s love
Some days it’s lust
Some days you’re choking me
Other times, your fingertips are tracing the outlines of my curves
The softness of my flesh arousing your desire
Then your loathing
Grabbing at me, like I’m full of the hatred you have for yourself
Pushing
And pulling
Kindness wrapped in the cloth of your disdain
And disappointment
Burrowed underneath the surface
Your fear fills the room
You’re running
Away
Then Back
Nestle your soft curls in my tender breast
Kiss it better
Kisses turn bitter
You’re slipping through my fingers
Through the cracks
Seeping through the floorboards
’Til you’re gone again
But, you’re never really gone
Just displaced
Contemplating your return
Your riotous re-emergence
Your bullet through my heart
Your death knell
To our love
Our lust
Our everything