Loving you is working in a dental floss factory
Trying to get the spools on track while they dangle and tangle
with gravity, pulled down to the lurking hell in earth like my heart hanging
and bleeding, snarled
in the sticky strings of my emotions
burning from the cinnamon coating
A small plastic case and everything in its place
You have no place for me so I am discarded with the remnants and the waste
Somewhere in the cesspool out back behind the factory of your mind
which spins those tacky fibers which serve to tie me
They choke me but my gasping breath smells so minty fresh
All I can do is ask for one last kiss, but your little metal lip
a model of efficiency which serves to neatly cut off your waxed feelings at the desired length
Is slowly coming closer and now it slices through
The end is frayed and I watch as I fall away from you,
Fall into the dustbin filled with all that's left of us
My consolation is to watch your gums bleed as my mouth bleeds out my cries
and I wrap the floss around my neck and for the last time close my eyes
I pulled and I pulled and now it is
Unraveled.