the killer in me is the killer in you

i loved you like a weapon
with your kiss like a razor
and a grip like a vice
that left impressions in deeper places
people couldn’t see

except when they asked about you

and then your brand became impossible to
hide

They could see the evidence on my bare skin appear
teeth that had been on my neck
hands that had trailed over hips
marks of tenderness?

i loved you like a poison
thick, like syrup,
with your sticky-sweet words that
burned all the way down
every time i swallowed
your laughs and your lies
and your wishes and your groans
I drank the desperate syllables that fell from your mouth

like you’d choke if they weren’t said out loud

i loved you like a drug
to erase the memories that hurt
and the ache i felt without you
like the warm–water-feeling
of skin and skin

like I reached the top

like I hadn’t one care
floating or flying or drowning
like it would make the daggers in your smile disappear

I loved you like a sin
or like a virtue
I’d commit over and over again

I loved you like art
like the Sistine chapel above me
when you were coming apart

I loved you like I hated reality
when I’d die for any other alternative

and yet

it’s the only thing that even makes sense to me
at least on days like these

I was addicted to the
high
to the fact that i might die
if you touched me with those soft hands
and those silver words that slice
kissed me with those lips that feel so good on thighs
even while they whispered lies
or if you looked too long at me
with those burning eyes
showing me a harsher truth
that each moment with you
was a lesson
at every turn

and the lesson taught in your love is like the moral of a fable that doesn’t end well

and

well, I learned.

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