my greatest foe
will always be my
foolish heart
because no matter what
one day it will happily
beat me to death

until that day
i will leave it stapled
to my sleeve to witness
these atrocities
we mistakenly call love
in all the gory glory
of tearing one another apart

because, honestly,
neither of us deserve better
despite the pathetic pleas
whispered in the witching hour
the demons and gods
are the wisps of ourselves
we are too ashamed
to acknowledge in the light

beating ourselves
into bloody pulps as we
chase chemical delusions
unaware any random palpatation
could be the last