this is what happens when we talk

fuck, fuck, fuck-
i love you again.
you are my forbidden fruit,
my original sin.

i cry for you when you walk away,
say i've forgotten you the next day.
a lie, of course,
a lie to myself.

you're up on a pedestal you don't deserve,
a king with a crooked crown.
i could talk to you forever,
but when i talk to you i drown.

how could you be everything
and nothing all the same?
you are not what i need,
you are a lion with a broken leg.

handsome,
we talk in hushed tones in hallways,
hoping no one walks by
to see you and me.

i am an injured child,
an abused dog,
running back for love

even though you're the one who broke me in the first place.