facets, distorted and tongues slit

i bent my fingers
into crooked ledges
with which to hold you
up

this relationship
had me
breaking bottles underneath
my skin,

swallowing down
the hemlock of your self-criticism
and making it
mine and my own affliction
to save
you

to help
you
get free of a wreck

of wooden splintered edges
and the broken
tips of pencils and the
simplex blisters
around my gums

echoing painfully
against the contrast

of my skull

heartbeating against toilet seats
in bathroom stalls
which are
the clouded eyes
of sewer city-scapes

--hanging lonely
swinging in twisted leaf-falling patters
by a noose of diction
kiss me again
and tell me you love me
but not for me,
no

it used to be you loved
how i tore even
mountainpeaks down with my
mouth
and my criticism but now the
very same things
persecute me in your dreaming eyes

(i love you but you are a very
selfish
person and i am
torn between the relationship you think you're in
and the one i'm struggling
to deal with)