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Catullus’ (Ex) Lover

It began like a blessing

The first sweet treat of the summer

The water that builds us all

Boiled asunder

Nothing held us

Together but desire

And eaten sweet treats

Gave our throats a sugary fire

And you continued to consume

Until your tears lacked salt

And your tears tasted saccharine

And you begged to never halt

And you were deaf to the world

And you were deaf to me

And your senses proved idle

And my touch subdued thee

And I am not a desert

Nor have I ever been

And I am not just human

Nor the madness of your skin

And it’s never enough for you

You heartsick, unsatisfied fool

A grain of sand erodes so fast

It can’t view its sired jewel

And where did all your words go

Sweet treats, sweet nothings to me

Don’t taunt me with the thought

Of your exile until you’re long at sea

I am the witch that left you with nothing

When you were an infinite reservoir

You haunt and dwell, you phantom pest

And continue to beg for more

A child you are today

And a child you will remain

Didn’t your mother ever tell you

That the birth of love may sire pain

Adultery requires a spouse

But perhaps not the one you assume

For you tweet and titter a wren’s sweet song

But I left you for a finch’s tune

Cede any semblance of residuum

I haven’t got the space

Your word means nothing, nothing at all

Our time I long to erase

A lover to love more but

A lover to like and like less

A lover isn’t a lover at all

A lover too quick to obsess

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