Love's Sexual Divorce
With every man I kiss or fu...I'm writing you love's divorce papers
CONSIDER YOURSELF SERVED!
Your love inside of me
Has become like a festering boil
Or an inflamed, infected wound
The injury must be pierced
The infection must be cut out
The puss and bacteria must drain out of the sore
So, with every touch or kiss
Or mere presence of another man
Is like trying to bring the
Infection, pimple to a head
If I kiss enough men
Or someone long enough
I will kill the love that I have for you
Like a knife
Playing hairy kauri
I will take the knife and slit my wrists
I will weep, I will mourn
I will die inside
As I let my love for you die
And just when I feel weakest
When I feel like all the blood
Has drained from my weary body
I will feel one last heartbeat
Like the blood from a vampire
I will feel myself dead, yet alive
And feel myself be reborn
I will survive
I will go on
And I will vow never to be
Burned or used this way again
I will refuse to be
A dog unto its vomit
And I will avoid
That which brought the boil, pimple, wound
And I will move on!
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