Everything is about him-
and on days when I feel
like drinking the stash of wine and whiskey
he’s saving for a special occasion- instead
I disappear into the seams of his obsession for me
and my masochistic tendencies.
Once we shared a kiss, that was more like
putting your naked tongue into the fiery hiss
of a comet’s tail; because we loved with a love
greater than gravity.
But now; his words have made my heart
like the surface of that comet; frozen solid
and impossible to grow the sweetest of all blossoms.
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-1-30-06/
