The Ex Factor (part II)

My love cannot stay.
It's going to slip out the backdoor of my heart
& make a clean getaway.

After it kneaded your flesh once more.
After its fingers felt their way up to your neck
In the middle of the night

I thought about strangling you
To kill these sins:

The Wrath
The Pride
The Lust

I sat on my hands just to make sure love didn't commit murder.

My fingers once pulled streams of love
from my chest, as if I were a cassette;
Wound up with the past
tattooed on my guts

I tied them around your limbs
like puppet strings,
Tried to move you in ways
I otherwise couldn't.

My own Marionette.

But it was useless
wrapping myself around an empty vessel,
Trying to pour love into a plastic body.
I wanted a Real Boy.

My own Pinocchio.

This is not a fairytale,
though I read to you once:
"The Juniper Tree"
while you were falling asleep,
Motherless child of the earth
just like me

Our Virgoan natures never saw
eye to eye
Unless it was to draw

Blood...

Unless it was draw one another
back in to drag one another
to Hell

& back again
& again
& again

You know I aimed for the heart,
but you always caught my bullets
Between your teeth.

You'd spit them out.
That was the biggest insult!

You should have just swallowed,
or loaded up your guns
& shot them back at me.