Love Grasps
Falling off from your throat,
endlessly trying to grip your rib cage.
I don’t want to disappear in your gastric acid,
I just wanted to become a part of you.
No longer stuck in your sternum,
you no longer whisper my name.
Your saliva has all dried up and so has your love.
The lips you once had, lost their color after I left,
your lies lay by your side at night,
the place I once laid.
Your smile doesn’t capture what it used you.
Treacherous and sadistic it became.
A beautiful mess we once were.
