these violent delights have violent ends

you said, ‘come break my fucking leg’ so i did. i heard your bones snap under my fingers, its fissures splitting into grains of dusts. then you kissed my nose before you broke it. i was bleeding before i knew it and everything was crimson. i broke your thumbs and snap! you were crying like a baby. you could see the blood in between the whites of my nails and on the tip of your tongue. then you bit my lips until they turned purple and i felt like i was riding on a blade of a windmill. maybe i was hallucinating, or dreaming or both. i dug my nails into your collarbone and engraved the date so you would never forget. you pressed my cheeks until you could see arterial blood flowing like polluted rivers. we took turns dislocating our shoulders and felt the hurtling speed of pain. the locomotive of darkness is not far from where we are and bone by bone, we broke each other. each began to hurt in searing agony. each fist was stone upon flesh, scratches and bruises and tiny volcanoes erupted on the smoothness of your back like illuminating cities on fire.

“i’m sorry”

“i know”

“i’m in love with you”

“you’re in love with broken bones”

but the words were the ones that made us dissolve.