Malleable

Lover,

Before you kiss me,

You hold my head in your hands,

And you pull it towards your own so tenderly and surely,

That it cancels everything that came before,

Your lies,

Your manipulation,

The dejection,

Gone,

Snuffed-

Like a mason jar placed over the flame of a short, fat, candle,

Upon the feeling of your fingertips on my cheeks,

I allow myself to become wet clay,

Formless,

…………………Malleable,

……….Yours to mold and shape,

Yours,

…..

My “I”

Unravels and flattens underneath the weight of your smile,

Before dying underneath your iridescent light,

My body becomes your playground,

My mind a cheap imitation of your own,

….

And still,

Even after I’ve allowed my self to die,

Allowed it to drown in the wave of yearning you awaken,

Allowed it to become expendable,

Exchanged it for the feeling of your lips against my cheek,

The light that filled your eyes darkens you’ve got your fill—

Once you’ve swung from the monkey bars and

…………hurtled

……………..down,

……………….the slide,

….

And then,

I’m left covering the body I hate with the sliver of blanket you’ve alotted me,

Holding it to my chest as my “I” resurfaces, applauding angrily—

Laughing profusely as you turn to your side and pick up your phone,

“Idiot”, It whispers,

As I quietly forage for my clothes on the floor,

And slip out of the dark room in silence.