You treated me
The way a paintbrush treats the water it is dipped in.
You wanted me
Only when you wished to erase a part of yourself
And I’d willingly undress you-
render you bare
and as palpable as you were when we first met.
I’d absorb your colours
And feel them rise inside of me
Like a hurricane that you falsely convinced me
wouldn’t cause any destruction.
I’d let your flaxen hair brush my surface
And set goose bumps on the skin beneath my ears
Like fireworks that I hear you’ve been painting on flesh bathed in canvas.
I’d let you take as much of me
And as frequently from me, as you liked
Until I became so saturated by your effusions
That I stopped being good enough
For you to come visit anymore.
Now I, hackneyed by your glorious discharges
Spool down the drain,
Carrying the flowers that littered your hair
Like ashes from a cremation ceremony of murdered eternities.
And I hope when you rinse our home
Off all shades of me
You’ll find someone else
Who’d fill up for this warrantied exchange.