You Make My Heart [Go Rave]

I'm eroding model airplanes out of my pores
"I don't know you-BUT-I might want to."
It's me,
I can tell you it is a mirror imaged oxycontin
Vomiting rainbows and [fake] sincerity all over
Priceless marble flooring. I remember cracking it
As my heels dug in and you pushed me against
[Maple]  linen closet door and I couldn't help but think
"So, this is what it's like to be Canadian."

But it would be impolite to break into the [bilingual] national anthem during sex.
So I left it as mood lighting inside my head. It was glowing pink against your skin.

You left me to drop and fend for myself, wiping your hands on a towel and throwing it over my face.
I couldn't breath in the mixture of cotton and twelve percent polyester, so I did the next best thing
"Help-me-help-me-help-me" I'm so dependent it's frightening [to me//to watch] sometimes.

You lifted me to my feet, placed the towel round my neck
And squeezed it so hard I'm surprised my eyes didn't burst.
Oh-Canada had long since stopped and your skin was dry.
You were no longer suffering from sexual starvation so
There was very little sympathy for my frame and
oh-my-God I got a splinter! as you went on and on
about the fact that it was

BONFIRE NIGHT!

I feared for my life.

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Next summer was the same, but I was far too caught up
In being pretentious to ask you to help me-help me-help me. I was
Far too stereotypical not to. So I decided to use your fingernails to
Cut myself in two and let you decide which side was worth saving.

I'm not half the person I used to be, and I blame you. I bruised too
Easily to play your games, so you spread my legs and questioned if you
Could trace my oh-so-special-place and I told you there's no point.
It had lost it's appeal between "your place or mine?" conversations and
" I l-l-love you so FUCKING much. " Panting in between bite marks.

You always tasted the way Herbel Essense smelled and it made me
Not want to touch you, afraid I'd become covered and conditioned
To want that auroma to invade my six senses for the rest of days.
" I don't breath when you're sleeping next to me. It comes so
Natural to you I often wonder if your lungs carry my oxygen. "

You didn't come back after that day I promised to stop the airplanes
From expelling themselves into my palms and skin folds.
I can't go to bonfire night anymore, it's lost it's shine.


Thief.