I want to break your face: a poem

I want to break your face.

I want to feel your carved and fragile zygomatic arches give way beneath my fist
To feel your sphenoid succumb to the unrelenting tides of my unrequited anger

I want to watch your maxillae split
and your palatine part like the Red Sea

I want to feel your mandible shatter
Your teeth crack and fragment
Piercing your slithering, unforgiving tongue

Burn in the fire of my rage.

I want to see your face collapse in
Pulled in by the sheer force of your empty soul
the void of your black heart

In, so you see the shallow depths of your desire
The endless pit of my anger

As blood blossoms from your thieving lips
Making your smooth skin slick
And bruises bloom from your eyes
Like tender flowers not allowed to rise
As no tears fall from your jagged, charming face
Not burning your skin
As it has carved chasms into mine
You will see me one last time.

I want to break your face
As you have broken my trust
My friendship
My heart
My innocence

If I ever see your face again
You should sincerely hope I don’t.
I am not a hateful person
I am not one to hold a grudge
But should you cross me
Should you betray me
and break everything we were
Everything we could have been
Then yeah,
You’ll see no mercy from me.

As I saw none from you

I want to see your face
One. More. Time.
So I can exact from your flesh
The pain you have given me
You do not know me
You do not know me anymore
And if I ever see you again
You’ll wish you never did