I’m melting, lover,
For your scorching heart turns mine into a dark sludge
That crawls, leaking from my ribcage.
It dribbles down my legs and hardens at my feet.
My fingertips still have blisters from the last time we touched,
And my lips are bleeding.
My heart heard your name and refused to beat slowly,
But yours beats for another.
I poured my heart into a jar so you could keep it forever, but you poured me out and crushed the glass,
Downing a bottle of her.
Now I’m drowning in black filth,
Because no matter how much you resist me,
My heart keeps beating for you.
And I hoped that when we kissed
I had kissed more than your lips.
I was trying to kiss your soul,
I apparently didn’t, because
All you could taste was her leftover lips.
And maybe I’ll never be what you want,
But I hope you know that once my heart hardens, I will have so much love to give.
I hope one day you’ll at least know that I tried.
21 May, 2015 -Montana Lorente-