fucking you

(i never posted this for fear of hurting someones feelings. the poem is more important now.)
(also i read this aloud to a room of people once and it was the most physically and emotionally draining experience of my whole life. it was terrible and i think i died.)

these four hairs
they fall from my dirty mind
when i finger through it
because my scalp is greasy
so skin collects underneath my nails
with the dirt
and the thoughts 
of the day
i could file you there
because you, like them
have nothing to say

i felt your love
when you confided in me
and now i know you'll say it
but i wont feel it
when you slide it in me

you're making empty gestures
my mouth is already full
of you
and me and us

a fiery cliff held us

ash melts us down
but my eyes stay cloudy

haze fogged

mind clogged
senses to overwhelmed to do anything at all
im sorry i let us stay here too long