Like a Liar

If I'm being honest,
I hate myself for loving you,
Like Joan Jett, without the sexy vinyl.
And, if we're really being honest here,
You hate me too-At least, the part of you that knows,
All of my inconsistencies,
My anger, sadness, attraction,
Little complexities,
That don't somehow all fit together...

And, if we're being really honest,
You can't stand me,
To be in the same room,
With my personality,
-it sets your fingertips ablaze,
And your heart frozen,
Now warms to,
Coagulate,
In your chest,
Heaves,
Like you're breathing,
Your last breath.

Your toes,
Chilled in your boots,
Tapping on the floor,
Telling me that this is it,
My fault,
That the conversation ends,
With blood on the floor,
And dripping,
From your open chest-
(And from mine).