Satanic Verses

Let’s stop here.
It’s alright.
When love takes a toll on living, stop.
I am perpetually torn between
not loving you enough and not
hating you just yet.
And you, you could do without my love
or hate
not that any of it matters to you.

Your eyes are already tired of
my silhouette and mine are often
open in the middle of our pessimistic kisses,
nomadically searching horizon behind you
for mouths to taste.
These days, mornings feel fresher
when the face I woke up into is
not yours and you have run out
of fucks to give about the
rather empty bedside on most nights.

So, let’s stop here. It’s okay.
Let’s stop because our sacred places
and songs now echo satanic verses in
my ears.
And you, you could do without the
exorcism of someone else’s existence
on my body,
not that any of it matters to you.

I get it.
You have years of me imprinted over
your skin and I have parts of your
soul living inside me.
But we could do without them,
not that any of it matters to you.
So, love, let’s stop loving.
Before the hate takes over us.
Let’s just fall out of each other’s clutches
to find new hearts to break
and you,
you could do without the marks
I left on your heart,
not that any of it matters to you.
So, let’s stop here.
It’s alright.
It’s okay.


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