Build. Break. Rebuild. Break. Rebuild. Break. Rebuild. Break. Rebuild.
I am tired of being a construction site with wrecking ball lovers and faulty walls that do not stand strong.
I am ready to be human now.
this is where our love rusts and chips away
as new lovers dare to touch our skin.
this is where our love grows cobwebs and
only the spiders’ prey remember the way
only dying creatures know who we were now.
the dead bury the dead
and I swear our love was the most beautiful corpse
I ever had to bury.