Stay Away From Me
I am a vintage automobile gifted to you but won’t run —a valuable piece of junk stored in your garage, a classic whose authenticity cannot be remodeled by buying new parts — whose pleasure comes with what ifs and distant contact,
a damaged beauty you can’t get rid of.
I will write poetry about you
not with you.
I will let you see me naked
but shudder at the brush of our skins.
I will reveal a vulnerability
I’ll never trust you with.
I am your favorite meal
laced with an untraceable poison.
Deceit my only mission,
a slow death on heroine.
Listen to me darling,
if you want to live,
stay away from me.
I am the Antichrist —the evil in heavenly presence, I’ll bestow upon you earthly pleasures and dispose your carcass like a virus ridden tissue.
I will leave your charred body at the mercy of a brutal afternoon sun — I’ll lay a cold kiss on your bleeding heart and walk towards the sun.
You will beg and plead
baby please just one more chance —
My eyes will be blind to you and my ears will no longer recognize your voice.
I’ll crush your soul in my palm and blow the dust on a bulky history book no one dares to peruse — desire will leave your bones, pumping your heart with overwhelming unworthiness.
Darling I beg you
Stay away from me please
Or I will be your ruin.
Art by Liudas Barkauskas