Poem: Argue

I cannot argue
with your words,
puddles of blood,
splinters of bone
I woke to find
in the place
I left you

I can't dispute
your testimony,
blood on my hands,
the taste of copper
coating my throat,
bilious, bitter,
lust I confess
as if it were 
easier to bear
than the love 
that isn't enough 

take back our
lost innocence,
everything I
wanted to fix,
swallow this,
excise that, 
I damaged all
I sought to save
and savor

the windy wake of
my violent kiss 
left you cold

your featherweight 
touch bruised 
my lukewarm heart