bits

you said my heart would break and it did.
it was in my throat but anyway
you slice it into two, three, four, more pieces than i can count.

i didn't mind the hurt because it was you
you carve me into slices

thin as the winter sunlight
you cut me into bits and bites and very small pieces

but at least they're bigger than i am
you reduce me into shards

with your words from your mouth

your perfect mouth

your beautiful mouth

your beguiling mouth

your mouth that swallows me whole before i know it
your cashmere words

soft inviting promising sweet

sad lonely dejected cold

angry spiteful cutting red
it's all the same to you, really

you don't care, really

you can't care, really

yes really really really
but i can