we've become cannibals with our heartsMature

You will not get over me
until you’ve burned down the house we live in,
until you’ve swept up the ashes and sent the past
to a watery grave at the bottom of the Pacific.

You will not get over me
until you’ve scoured the earth for the remedy
to the poison I leave behind every time we kiss,
until you’ve stopped my heart with your own venom.

We’ve become cannibals with our hearts;
we’ve let love spoil in the sunlight, we’ve
given it too much room to stretch its roots.
This rotten thing seeks out blood instead of water.

I will not get over you
until I’ve carved every trace of you from my skeleton,
until I’ve bleached these bones and turned them
into vases for the wildflowers growing in my ribs.

I will not get over you
until I grind up the love letters you’ve written
into a powder I can snort until my nose bleeds,
until I’ve gotten so high I won’t ever come down.

The End

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