massacre of venus

Your eyes had no light, your mouth had no love,
and words sped across your teeth like the throwing of a glove.
You did not want forgiveness. you did not want my time.
The only thing left was to enlist me in your crime.
You begged me then to hurt you, to kill any hope we might sustain,
to beat the angels bloody until myths alone remain.
I spoke without feeling, with words dredged from the muck
“Maybe I never loved you.
maybe I just wanted to fuck.
wouldn’t that be less embarrassing?”
I left there, shattering, like the glass thrown in the sink,
now the words I never tried to say are the only thoughts I think.

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