This is the Hard Part

We tore our veins out of our arms

like matches tear across the lighting strip

and the flames caught hold

of nothing we'd ever known

 

Please chill me

she asked through clenched teeth

I want to feel some kind of remorse

Because I can't seem to understand why everytime I close my

eyes you get larger

and larger, and I feel my blood dropping from

boil to simmer and

my purple eyes feel absolutely no pain

And your hands control me.

She pushed me through every door

I saw fit

to open

And I smiled and asked

"do you get it now?"

 

Her fingers cut words in my back:

Relax, enjoy, purple,

intercourse

Her razor tapped my spine

so much my feet tingled and filled

with blood

Tie me up, she said

Tie me up and fill me with love

I obliged her, smiling all the way.

"do you get it now?" she asked.

I bit her ear.

 

Her van was a tight one

but somehow our summer fit in there

we could even strap some memories in the seats

Later I found out she sold it

to a bald man with an ego problem

What a waste, I thought,

then again, I couldn't say I was

sad about it. At least

not then.