split

The door slams shut and there are two of me, 

one threading through the curves and bends of our street, 

the other crying to run back 

and throw myself beneath your heel. 

I feel myself separating as I loose myself, 

threads tearing as I weave my fingers through your loops. 

I was entangled and now 

I am in pieces.

This body is a house that is no longer a home

and my mind is unsynched audio. 

I have come to resent you. 

Talking to you is like screaming underwater, 

so I swallow the tide and moan into your shoulder instead. 

Romance has come to half-hearted hallelujahs

as you push yourself inside me and chant, God damn.

I turn my head and sob to the window

that I want out,

as I spread my trembling legs

and invite you in.