He loves me like a monster,all teeth and talk and hiding in the dark.That’s my specialty—men with strong bodies and fragile hearts,and if you hold them too tightly they will crumble beneath you like an avalanche that’s waiting.Still, he looks at me like all things beautiful and burning and we love each other recklessly with hearts so empty our names echo against vandalized walls that say,“There was someone here before me,listen closely and you’ll hear their name.”
He has matches for hands,and I, a paper heart.Gasoline will drip from our mouths and we will call that holy.We will burn at the stake and pollute the sky with smoke and selfishness,and we will say it was in the name of a crooked love.We will burn our own bodies to the ground and we will call that sacrifice.We will tear ourselves open like there’s something left inside.Nobody ever taught us how to love.