I won't let you destroy me. I won't let you breathe. I won't let you fall into the gaps between my teeth
I won't let you destroy me. I won't let you die. I won't let you lie naked and hidden under hotel concierge lights. I have to deal with your silence and remember touching your shoulders. I cannot reasonably detach from this emotional reality. I can't lie sick in bed and learn to let go. I can't watch numbers fall in strip mall error town and swim through humidity
I feel resentment now. I feel bitterness now. I WANT TO TOUCH YOU NOW
I want to feel your skin. I want its friction against mine. I want my facial hair follicles to become moist from your mouth
I want the stimulation my mind gets from your presence. I want the motivation my heart gains from your being. I want to know you exist, I want to hear you every day. I want to scan you with my retina, undress you with my fingers, bite you with my broken teeth, and make you with my hope. I want to hear your words. I want to force myself to forget everything that you meant. I want that to be possible. I don't want to feel this lost rea**uring presence when I start to dig into the memories of our comatose whatever. I won't let you destroy me
I won't let you destroy me
I won't let you destroy me