I can’t say the words I want to say
so they sit on my tongue and as they rot
and dance their dirty death dance around my
aching head
my mouth decays
and with it go the lips which kissed your eyelids
as you dreamt lightly in my bed
and with it the cheeks which blushed at
your every flattery and swelled with every
grin reflected perfectly on your face
and I just hope
I just hope
that when it’s all gone
and bare
and reeks of something putrid
that there won’t be anything left
to look into a mirror and remind me of myself
and that in apathy and bare judgement of
blinding white bone and cranial infrastructure
I can find some peace and quiet