Dragging Diamonds Down My Skin

I wanted someone to call
me at midnight, out
of breath (out of
luck). Telling me they
need to talk.

But not you.

"This probably comes
three hours too late
but please,
listen anyways."

You placed your tongue
on my throbbing heart,
eager to nurse off
the life of another.

You said: "Shred skin to find the bone",
I had shed my skin, lulled my
bones into a weeping silence
and I still tasted disappointment
in your kiss.

I've heard your eyelids creak
when you open and shut them.
I know what hides behind the glass
and I do not plan
on coming back.