whole

it is hard to remember

that i am more than mere

flesh

when every night

you bend me over

so you can feel good

and every morning

you forget the name

that you breathed

into my ear.

in the mirror

i see bones

hollow eyes

black circles

and an a hole

where my heart

belongs

because i gave it to you

to walk on.

i would die

for your love

and you lust

for my blood -

any blood

until it runs dry.

you are always thirsty

and i am always broken

so i let you

break me again

because for one moment

you make me

whole

even if

for all the others

i am

no more.