07/12/2014

punctures

i didn't know how i would fit you
inside the slots of my decaying brain
without injuring you in the process

it was 3am and we were intoxicated
and i didn't know if i was capable
of letting you drown into my abyss

i thought i was doing you a favour
i am toxic with apathy i cannot shake
from drugs that i need to function

your tears were ripping slits into me
and when our final words were uttered
parts of me were drifting after you

i was tightly fussed to your core
but my obsessions had melted me back into myself
and i found myself where i had begun.