we were given the best
of each other or, at least,
that was the agreement.

we are both guilty
of something,
either way.

having burrowed out a grave
underneath your sheets, i still
feel safe inside the warmth
of your existence.

i have tied a noose around
our mouths, so that we won’t
ruin such art
with words.

and you cry, as if it will
matter after we have
settled the scores and
the blame.

your tears erode my skin
away into rivers, floating
down our (for now)
melted form.

i will stay until morning.
i will stay until morning.

and we will wash
away our sins
in clearer waters.