Love Me
Love is never enough
so build me a bed out of all those romance novels
where happily ever after is the result
no matter how it's written or hidden behind other words.
Spread the blood that has pumped from every broken heart
that never was mended by love,
saturate the pages
and take the tears that fell from eyes
(eyes like the ocean, eyes like the night sky, eyes like whatever)
that no one stopped with gentle fingers
or kissed away with soft loving lips
and use those tears as lube while you degrade me.
Don't make love to me
fuck me atop it all
record it to put online or show to your friends
that pathetic woman that did whatever you ask,
and when it's over don't give kind words
don't cuddle or touch me and certainly don't utter
false promises of love and caring.
No, take that strike anywhere match
and tear it across my alabaster breast
(the one that had heaved with desire or sobs before,
I can never tell which anymore)
and light that cigarette you'll smoke.
Don't offer me a puff, or false promises of a later call,
just sit and watch me critically in the glow of the ember
and I'll lay there and watch you
compare you to prince charming who never comes
and you can compare me to those broken dolls of porn stars
perfect bodies belonging to imperfect souls.
We'll part our ways from that blood soaked bed
knowing that if we see each other again
like strangers we'll pass by
each pretending not to notice the other
yet judging, ever judging
because that's what passes for happily ever after now.
* Mari Binx is a 23 year old who began telling stories the moment she could speak, and writing them down as soon as stubby hands could hold oversize pencils. Her blog is at http://harmoniousexpressions.blogspot.com/
