strewn upon a diamond platter with
a still beating heart- preferably yours-
but I didn't, because I see that you breed
disappointment and cling to your failures
to avoid drowning in the sea of your mediocrity.
You live in dreams; forever black and white
with sepia overtones and whisper in Arabic
because you see a language seeped in pain.
you do not care--or perhaps you care
too much, this lack of knowledge is stifling.
I tear at my skin to keep you from running
because I know that the angst keeps you
in check, you'll do what I want if you get
your fill. It's cancerous, your need for both
hate and love at pious intervals.
You have dried the blood from my stream, and the tears from my ducts.
Love me like the perfect flame, and leave ashes where I'll reside,
this way I'll never love another.
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