Leave Me Now, You're Still Here

Your existence spreads itself thin
across the flats of my floors.
The cracks between the hardwood
continue to murmur your effortlessly
painful name left to linger
and taunt.
Your echoes reflect off the hollow walls
to find their way into my ears
to murder the mind,
and penetrate the thoughts
wedged between ridges
of constructed labyrinths of
bewilderment.
Your devious smile is the omen
wished to pass by my home
intruded by your damaging aura
with eyes that pierce my being
so hard
to incinerate the saliva left beneath my gasping
tongue,
left speechless
in your pleasure
always.
You have a way of engulfing me
through the bed at night,
dreams left on the comforter’s surface
but the desire to finally live life
stuck, sewn between the rusted
metal springs of the mattress
that shouldn’t even bother
to hold me up against you.
White sheets frost like snow,
so cold now.
You make the pillows like bricks
for my resting head,
struggling immensely
through profuse perplexity
as the hot cement continues
to pour through my dignity
left tarnished by you.
Don’t smile at me with the haunting
memorabilia used,
or with the face
darker than blackened night
(Lucifer’s paintings)
when you just know my body bleeds
across days of torture with you,
you distasteful being
you.
I swim in the tears abandoned
by joy,
helmed by your presence
so unwanted
still.
Leave me,
I’ve suffered long enough.