Love's Sexual Divorce

With every man I kiss or fu...I'm writing you love's divorce papers CONSIDER YOURSELF SERVED! Your love inside of me Has become like a festering boil Or an inflamed, infected wound The injury must be pierced The infection must be cut out The puss and bacteria must drain out of the sore So, with every touch or kiss Or mere presence of another man Is like trying to bring the Infection, pimple to a head If I kiss enough men Or someone long enough I will kill the love that I have for you Like a knife Playing hairy kauri I will take the knife and slit my wrists I will weep, I will mourn I will die inside As I let my love for you die And just when I feel weakest When I feel like all the blood Has drained from my weary body I will feel one last heartbeat Like the blood from a vampire I will feel myself dead, yet alive And feel myself be reborn I will survive I will go on And I will vow never to be Burned or used this way again I will refuse to be A dog unto its vomit And I will avoid That which brought the boil, pimple, wound And I will move on!