Afterthought.

The tip of your nose
Touched mine
With such force
Mine yielded
And collapsed
And bled two
Snotty blood trails
To the lips that used to
Kiss
You.
Why the f uck did I ever
Kiss your face
And talk of love
And let those fingers touch me
And arouse me
When now they split my skin
How did I f uck you
And think I thought I felt love.
It's not you
Its me.
I think I thought I felt it.
I can taste my blood
Blood is real.
Pain is.
And love is
When it hurts.

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Afterthought.