L. OVER.

I met you glued to a certain
Narcissism over your Greek god, poor Lord Self. You took space, breath,
And everything else that came between
You and your Frankensteined image. You lied. Through your pores that
Pushed me over the edge. Oops I said
And you said, it's too late.

We shoved like animals gone mast
Not out of madness but some
Hapless fall through space. You pushed
I screamed, as we found our hearts
Rigged n' rubbed out of place. Fuck I said
And you said, it's too late.

We smelled the stars, mingling
Into an empathy for all things
Distant. You entered my valley
And I made sure you wouldn't leave
Without regrets. Damn you said
And I said, it's too late.

Blood oozed, mirth in despair,
Punches flew and so did murderous
Letters of rage. We swore to death
If death could be had under lamps
That bled. It's over, you said
And I said, it's too late.

If walls could talk and beds
Could weep, they would be witness
To our love and rape. On some deep
Silent night we contemplated
Where peace sat burning
Where anger found its mate.
It's over, we said
But not before we killed each other
As the sun broke away.