The outline of your jaw
tells me stories I spend days questioning.
Your tongue, my mind
makers of their own demise.
All I ever ask for is honesty-
When the dark parts of you
encased your spine
leaving you without a backbone
I was still here, holding you up.
But you chose deceit instead of honor.
These lies they spill from your mouth
like the trickling of a well
and I am consumed by the ...