VIOLENT SHE

a poem on jealousy

violet she, all the colors I cannot create
crawl from her pores,
skin to skin you drink them in.
 	 
songs say rainbows rip from her seams,
cover the city streets
in lazy laughs.
 	 
the ruse reeks, I taste the chorus & weaken.
 	 
this is the ugly in me.
 	 
I'll sacrifice her stealing soul.
she has what I can never again touch.
I'll build the pyre higher.
violent me violent she, all the night you choke to swallow.
 	 
I'll wrap her in my reverse wishes, wanting witchcraft,
rip you from her cunt,
pull your puppet strings.
 	 
we'll dance the way we do in my dreams.
you'll love me again, you'll see.

This poem is from the Goodreads Choice Awards Finalist I’m Not Your Paper Princess.