LOVE Poem: Stop Loving Me, by Alaxandar Golden

I’ve been remembering.
A time when you and I
were all each other needed.
You were all I wanted.

But all we do now is scream and shout
for days and nights, with burning
throats— our love gasoline.
The words turn darker as they
scorch our minds and souls,
too late to be taken back.

Now the black tar in my stomach
stirs with satisfaction.
And I feel sickness
as the pain in my chest grows.

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