Your

thoughts envelope me.

Caress me.

But your constant

Slobbering and talking disgusts me

The thought of you makes me weak in

The stomach

The stars are

Our intestines entwined

But our tears taste like wine

And I’m not sure if it’s our wine

Or our blood, that is slowly

Seeping across the floor

Either way it has left us wet

Confusion makes the heart beat fast

And there’s a glimmer in your eyes

Of seeing you see the hardcore real me

One

Last

Time

And the shock of it makes me hot