I want her teeth sunk in my neck,

I want her to bleed me dry,

Suck out my self-inflicted venom,

Insert love into my blood flow,

As my tears start dissipating,

Stop the pollution that my mind generates,

Every time my thought brings her back.

 

Her face taints my memory,

I cannot seem to move on,

The chapter where she still lives remains unturned,

It is hard to gather strength to close it,

So I write on a finished chapter,

Hoping I can change the past.

 

Her love is like a fruit from a plastic tree,

Without nutrients or life,

Filled with agony and rage.

 

I wish that my love turned cold,

Or, perhaps, stopped existing,

However, I am still hungry for more,

Still hungry for more ink on my paint screen.

I want to feel her hair on my eyelashes,

Her toes intertwine in mine,

Has our souls become one,

One last time,

For my memory will soon forget,

This feeling that keeps me from flying.