technically,
we are exes
and confrontation is strictly for lovers
yet while our bodies engage
in a passionate reunion,
you tackle my haphazard, nihilistic existence
with contempt.
each angry thrust
followed by angrier words.
the anarchy of desire.

the correct name for things,
like you and me,
is indefinite.
we are broken.
alone together.
love renegades.
surrendering love for freedom
deserting our causes and lovers.

we kill
for light and joy,
like one year ago,
you lined up my dreams
along the wall and
sprayed them with bullets.
you,
my former love,
killed my hopes
confused me with facts
when I thought I had my mind made up

one year ago
this would have been a lover’s quarrel
but technically we are exes
so please,
learn to live without me.