poem: untitled relationship

remember when we were perfect people?

you took my hand

and pulled out all my veins;

you made the blood look pretty

on the ground.

remember when I saved you anyway?

you kissed me many times,

when I was sitting at the gray table,

when my feet were knocking heads

with the lonely asian boys.

i was undesirable: i looked pretty

between your hands, between the small parts

of your soul.

you were too busy for sex: you were coughing

and gasping

and begging for life.