Necrophiliac Crush

Today I woke up in your arms. I don't care that the socket was detached from your body. Laying against your rib cage I'm not bothered by the fact your heart has been removed and, gift wrap for someone else. I feel the air blow from your side. The skimpy rotting flesh barely covering your bony torso. Laying on your chest holding true to the only part of you; I have left. The stench is so strong the mourners stopped coming by years ago. I should move on but, laying here with you feels like our first night. Remember that time I got up, opened my heart, and was wounded? I came running back to you. You were here; arms out stretched ready to hold me. Well, lay there and let me rest on your arm. Reading is fundamental but, imagination can do wonders. I don't mind that my fingers rest on your ribs when I reach to embrace you. With you I know what I'm getting. I know where I stand. The sun is peeking in. I will go and smell the roses. Alas, I was hurt again. He doesn't count. I knew he would hurt me so I only let him in halfway in and anticipated every attack. I knew I needed to come back you. Your letters, texts, missed calls. You're the one who got away. She will never love you like this. She has your heart but I have the rest of you. I have the best of you here decaying with me.

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