Vomitus Shit

“If we’re meant to be

I’ll come back to you”

I whisper these words

My eyes filling with self-pity

My greasy mongrel heart

Convulsing in my chest

Pumping bile and piss

Thick breath seeping past my lips

Stinking of the vomitus shit

That I regurgitate daily.

And yet you look upon me
Lovingly
Pitying all my filth