Leeching Oxygen

Drowning in your liquescent ankles
is like soaking candle flames in
soot and titanium saline dominos
connected to the Pacific ocean.


I can't seem to break myself
from your mettallic irises
and teach my lungs to
breath a singular pulse
unaided by your corroded colors.

My ribs beg of me to entwine
your fingertips with my belly
button, skin to skin entanglement-
it's not me its my internal organs
with an addiction- being parasites
off of you.

I know you told me you're
not worth loving anymore
but no matter how I stain
that into my spine- amber
inflections bounce off
like electromagnetic waves
and fall into the dusty ground.

I'm sorry- maybe I do have a problem
but maybe I'm too far gone into
exploding comets and burning skylines,
maybe I'm addicted and dying anyway-
maybe it doesn't matter that I can't give you up.