Exodus

Stop coming.
Stop calling.
Stop feeding me
your stricken eyes
and your slobbering
rejected mouth.

Your words.
They make me lurch.
Drip like honey
from your sour tongue.

And if any one mattered
I would have lapped them up
long ago.
But even these words do not matter.

And maybe I will miss you
if you give me the chance.

I want a new place.
This stage of my life
has grown stale.

The smell of cigarettes in the morning
and your taste on my cracked lips.

My heart hurts.

And I don't want to see
any of you
anymore.

I do not love you.
I do not love
the way you make me feel
Sick.

Do not look to me now,
shocked.
How far did you think you could push me?
The pressure you way on me
sinks me.

And you do not love me
either.
Or you would know
How you devour me.
What's no longer there.