Poetry: Consumption

consumption

who were we to believe
that love could ever stop
our bleeding hearts from clotting up
like a sickness festering on the soul
blackening our bones with fiery ash

drain it away before we grow old
with regret for our past mistakes
when we let each other in
believing that we were each others cure
for a cancer that has us spread so thin

my lungs cough up wistful words
and lingering thoughts of why and how
and oh god how i miss you
shivering; teeth rattling; head aching
without your touch, my fingers turn blue

it’s crazy how love heals yet wounds
crazy how it does nothing but everything
how it can nurture, nourish and feed
but in the end all it really does
is consume.

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