The Poem I Wrote So Maria Wouldn't Beat Me Again

My head feels like it’s coming apart
From all the ways you split me in half,
Running through me like a hurricane
As we lie naked under the powerlines
Waiting for the sparks when they snap.

Shred away the solace I used to find
In solitude, me and the swirling stars.
All the sweat-slick boys, tear-stained girls
And the slithers of Chaos slowly creeping in
Still, only you can talk me out of my skin.

You’re walking an electric tightrope
With that noose around your throat.
My edges fray, your blood drains
And your taste still fills my lungs
Forever suffocating in your scent. 

Maybe I’m nothing but a metaphor,
You never figured out the meaning.
Seeking for the answers in my entrails
With your hands deep inside my chest
Flaying me open with painted fingernails.

All my empty spaces filled up with your fists,
All your desired answers bleeding out my lips.