Sticky

Your sweet tooth
twists my tongue,
your sweet tooth
makes me young.
As you choke
inside
my womb,
as you kiss
within
my mouth.

You're one thing
I am not.

You're one thing
I forgot.

You're one thing
I missed
in passing.

A minor worm,
wriggling,
as
you taste
the sour
lips of mine,
you forgot
the poison
that I bought.

So forgive me
when I tripped
beyond your wasted skin
of oily flesh.
Once, I truly believed you
were worth
your petals.
Once, I thought to sleep in your grave,
but only after I
tear
my heart out
in my Juliet
of shame.