double-edged hell

in

you crave the sweetness I save for him
in my alcohol-soaked smiles
you taste the bitterness I brew for you
in my morning-after bile

he won’t call me his,
even as he kisses my lips red and raw
you want to be mine,
even when i call you small

jealousy is divine on his lips
it’s sinful on yours too
gluttons for punishment
grasping at the promise of heaven