Break your bones

Sometimes I look
at photos of you
and think
I'd just like to
break every bone
in your body

and sometimes I think
my god, what a
gorgeous, beautiful thing
your mother
and father
created

and sometimes I think
of your hands
in my hands
and when time had no end
when my smile
was echoed
with your smile, your kiss

and sometimes I think
of that choke
in my throat
when I begged you
and my pleas were echoed
with your downcast eyes and white flag
and I thought, dear god, not this

you gave up
you gave up
you had her
when will I give in?
Your father and mother
created such
a beautiful thing