this is the way you say goodbye.you can only take so muchMore Like This
before i start losing it all.
(but maybe nothing matters anymore).
is this how you say goodbye?
your hips thirsty as beggers,
you hands needier,
as you press yourself into me like a prayer.
did you drink in enough of my skin to last you until my body
returns to you again?
i am not an empty carasel set to keep
turning and returning to the crankshaft of your need.
i am not a highway for you to wear ruts into,
or a record you can keep replaying.
...at least i tell myself this
on those nights when memories find me like an abusive father
and i am left with heaving chest and bruised knuckles.
i tell myself over and over and over
'you are not his doll to be played with, broken,
and leftin the cesspit of his weakness'
but i never could believe it.