my insides hurt 

from miscommunication, filled with your ejaculation, longingly hoping that your words turn from hints into action

everything hurts, right down to my core, your sweet nothings fill my mouth, constant regurgitation of naught, your love bites have turned to lesions and sores. nothing makes sense anymore. i was shiny and new, now l’ve lost my allure.

not sure what the cure for this void is, under someone else perhaps, wanted only you to fill me, unfixable heart prolapse. I sit smoking cigarettes, drawing your face with my eyes, pretending that I’m done when I know the truth deep down inside