Write my name on a matchbook
throw the thing away.
Better yet set the book on fire.
I’m no good.
I will break your heart.
I am a blind man with
an elephant, everything
feels new to me
but who am I touching?
Kisses feel like stings
or the nettles caress.
Bodies slide
souls collide,
this the last of me.
Two can’t occupy
the same space
as one.
Who then is gone?
Write my number on your hand
then cut it off.
Sorry we met.
sorry I pressed.
Now I will live without you.
How?