Problem

I never said it was a problem.  

But you made it worse.  

You wanted to cut to the chase.  

Pulling me on an invisible rope that cut through my red flesh and bone,   

until you made me nothing.  

You left me in the darkness.   

And You made your choice.  

I had finally moved on.   

Now you want me back.  

You want my flesh and blood.  

My warm breathe breathing into you.  

As we lay on the floor with my legs open.  

On fire.  

Language is unknown between us.  

What I know is that we are just animals  

satisfying our needs.  

No emotion, no feelings.  

You just threw it away in the trash.  

Picking it up again, making it a cycle.  

Now it is my problem.