Love is a heavy word that falls
carelessly from cracked lips
spent kissing odd bits of skin
on bathroom floors
as a sincere confession to be
forgotten in the haze of the drugs 
you borrowed from friends
prescription bottles

or whispered to the ceiling
above my head
as my hair and the first rose-light of morning
washed over your chest

Your chest-- 
from which such words should have manifested from...

but instead sounded of crinkling paper
at your every exhale

You inquired about the injuries
you sustained down there on the 
3am tiles--

How did you get hurt?

"Honey, it was ME! I did THIS to you."

But I remember that smirk from when the night turned still-- 
before you exited the room to let me alone-- 
and in your own disbelief murmured,

"You turn me into an animal."