you
are not capable of love
i’m not sure
you ever were

because
back then
i believed
a broken heart
could be mended
a hand
always extended

but now
now my veins are split
from searching
for a part of me
that has no memory
of you

you
you drank from my body
like a fine wine
bottle
after bottle
after bottle
after bottle
you sipped from my sunken collarbones

and i let you
because i loved you
but now
now
i am not capable of love either

you broke me
a toothpick
between your lips
and under the pressure of your teeth
i snapped

because i was nothing to you
nothing but
tight skin clinging to sad bones
veins throbbing,
ready to burst

you unzipped my flesh
like it was your favorite sweater
and held your hands out
a child waiting to be rewarded

before digging your fingers
into my stomach
delving into my blood
desperate for something more

you howled out my name
draining the color in my eyes
stealing the soul in my skin

and as you painted my bones black
and packed my heart in your pocket
i felt my pulse slow
to a deadly stop

the world
fell to a venomous silence
all i could hear
was the malicious tone
of his vicious voice

and with my blood
covered in his lips
he hissed in my ear
i love you
i love you
i love you

i’ll always love you

and as i choked in
fresh air through my
chapped lips
to my peeling lungs
gasping for a feeling
of freshness
that was free of him

my head ached
his body screaming
over and over
again and again
demanding my attention
with teary eyes

bruising my thighs
and calling it care
tearing my hair
and calling me yours
thirsting for my touch
and calling it love

and i realize now
you were a wolf
famished and confused
in the winter woods
and i
was senseless
to anything
but your desire

and the only reason
you ever said
i love you
or pretended to care
was so
you could keep feeding
from me