How do my tears taste?

          Are they sour,

        acidic as my insides

Do they prickle your loathsome tongue

          the same my face is scalded

   Branded by little searing paths

       trailed behind rolling drops of anguish 

Do you taste the bitterness of my heart

        the frigid, shallow breaths that shudder 

as you caught the heavy first drib

            With your gentle,

                      arrogant lips

You're a thief,     the worst kind

          The one that lays beside me each night,

pealing away little traces of

 my defenses.

and so when I have finally

given all i can muster,

           You don't want it-      me,

  You've already lifted all that you need

      and I beg and I plead,

embarrass myself

 

     Steal my tears,

  suck them into your chapped, crusted lips

     I lose those forever, too

 lose the shadow behind the hole of my pupils

       you're the thief that stole

much more than a salty gulp of my heart

 

       I see myself from a deep hole

          my ribs create shadows that fall on

  the odd blue-grey washed out eyes

my soul has become so petrified,

      though, only my feeble heart knows it