To My Unworthy Lover Poem by Krissy Disillusion

How can i stop this sweetness from killing me?
Gutted
out my woven parts,
the parts you cradle like a firstborn.
And the flames lick your hands,
burn through your sleeves.
Your paper arms of floating ash-
I feel the absence of the core.
I feel the empty lack of promises
scorching the back of your liars throat.
I sew shut my own eyes
with the silken thread of what once was,
what we once were.

Why won't you go away?