Flipped over,
world spinning the table slit my wrist
like a suicide alert I would never become.
These are the consequences of losing you head in you heart,
look deep within the ventricles and chambers.
I had a sore on my wrist seven weeks,
It opened up everytime my mind wandered through my heart again,
every time ecstasy wrapped itself around my body like water,
making me feel weightless
and invincible
when I was all too close to drowning.
And about drowning...
My love is rough
and unruly
like a cactus shell.
If you hold me,
I will sink into you flesh unwarranted,
cling to you like lungs to air.
and if you can get past my dried to jagged
edges,
their is a wealth of water deep within the cavity of my womb.
Do not grow comfortable when you find this.
if you sink into it's beauty
you will drown.
It was not meant for you
I did not swallow full oceans at birth
just to ease your thirst.
You are selfish,
and I have let you be.
Slit myself open,
placed my well to your desert lips.
You complained of being disatisfied,
threatened to find another canteen.
I can not stop the power of my love once it is unleashed,
You will drown before you reach the door.
This love was not meant for men,
it was made for me...
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