a poem for you

you bite
into my poem
and blood
runs down
the corners
of your mouth.
you toss it
back and forth,
breaking
its will.
shaking the life
out of it.
you want to
know what hides
inside,
is it empty,
or full of more
thoughtless
lies.
you chew the corners
from the page,
tossing
the shreds
up into the air.
you turn my
hurried
art into
confetti, unhappy
with
the words
I slaved over
for three
minutes.