gutted (poem)

you have found the virtue in the side of my throat
teeth sharpening to venom-take
venom exchange 

the ghost of you has re-arrived 
my future was once wrapped in pink silk
tied in bows and ribbons

I hear echoes
I wonder if that's what’s left of me

every past me that’s been left behind lives  in the valley of my mistakes
they wonder if i’ve forgotten them
if I’ve remembered them and started to regret them

i could never
i only know what’s left of the holes you poked in my flesh 
the echo is coming from the inside 
i’m gutted and hollow
acoustic made