Gurl

Been a long few months
since your perfect form
became black fog
and drifted away from
my decaying limbs
Now
I'm sifting through this
encyclopedia of cliches
trying to crack the blank
sky
while your lips touch
the heavens
with someone who
(probably)
wouldn't draw his organs
on yours
like I did
How sad that
I'm still writing these
things for you
another worthless
poem
for another
worthless love

That Special Someone

The rot that fell from your mouth like semen would have been enough to keep me fed but you pulled it from my reach faster than it took you to spin gold into lies you're a shallow grave for the next generation echoing orgasms of all pitches within as the abortions nailed to the walls cry for your touch

Gravity

When I think of how quickly
you
walked away
from the tactical nuke
that fell on our home
I can feel the weight
of Jupiter
as it plummets on
my ribcage
I could write some kind of
apology
or
plea
with the fragments
it leaves behind
not that you would
read it
not that you would
care
So sad
that these weapons of
mass destruction
and even
the solar system
are falling all around
and all you can do
is smile