Die Hard

Envision
this

making
me beg

...all over again...

single handedly
reducing my roars
to simple whimpers
& then
whispering

"Who's in charge now?"

mercilessly contorting
diamond shaped tears
into wordless
motion pictures
with mouths
projecting white noises
then
happily distorting
dreams into emotional
nightmares

...I'm scared of you...

because your
becoming
an addiction
leaving overdosed privates
to acquire a burning conviction
heavily heated
k[needing] you like dough
during sun[rise]
between my thighs

...Your body's calling me...

& mine's
refusing to ignore
the urge to sexually purge
blast & rehash
disfigured dysfunctional functions
of fucking you

This isn't a love poem
I'm painting a picture
of the bitter sweet scent in the air
after we momentarily implode
then explode into scatter brained ex's
exploring dead end roads

...all truths be told...

bad habits die hard
as you get harder
elongating my detox process
by processing penetrations
pumping in promises of tomorrows
never loving me fully today

...but

I can't control the feeling

...so please

forgive me

if I fall in love again...