i said
I said I wanted to be beautiful like the art in the museums
so you shattered me into pieces and called me a mosaic.
I said I’d spent my entire life swimming in your oceans
so you spent every second you could drowning me.
I said the eternal fire of our love proved our passion
but I was only smelling the parts of me you burned.
I said your hand’s touch was the oxygen to my lungs
so you stopped and left me to suffocate in loneliness.
I said that you were the inspiration of all my poetry
but the ink in my veins has turned into your blood.
