H U R T.

i wish i had the gift of your unfeeling
and watch as you— your soul emptied into undeserving
you tell me beautiful: i am fragile and glass
after the night you stone and i break below your class

you who nest my hair and say is home
haste after the house of dogs played in the open
you who swear forever— by gods and love on roam
you buy a bed of filth and mock if i can hop(e) on

you fill my head like troubled poetry
what spell is donned? my body— a cursed country?
the tears i once bid farewell are beads of ellipsis
are you this hell lips cannot cease?

i hold you into a liturgy of hate
still i fear to pray you into the eyes of the watching night
how my body is hooked into your fate
and i cannot wear your demons right

i wish i had the gift of your unfeeling
and watch as you— your soul emptied into undeserving

© @chidera