you'll slide your words
around my neck,
won't allow the leash
too much slack.

check my hands when i come back,
bring me peace with a kiss of my neck.

but like the dust beneath your feet
you overlook the small things,
like the way we first met.

a drunk girl spilling her words,
did you really think her instincts were dead?

has no one ever told you
you can't tame a wild animal
by holding the small of their back
and you've mistaken this one
for a house cat.

I have sketched you in so many ways,
with dots and lines
and shadows and lights
and covered in colours
or in black and white.

I've sketched you as a prince,
I've sketched you as a beggar,
I've sketched you as a lover,
I've sketched you as a hater.

I've adjusted myself
to several graphite scales
so I can shade your flaws
into fairy tales...

you have been my muse,
both master and apprentice,
you have been obsession
for my sleepless senses...

But even if your image
has haunted me for long,
you have never been
just mine to belong...

so I'll just keep on drawing
and sketching you, my all
so I can have you near
when nights are getting cold...

If we are to ever to end,
you will remember me
for how many times
I hurt you.

And I will remember
the way you always kept
the knife
beneath my neck.

your love like molasses

darkness behind your eyes
black hearts in mine

hands slipping sweet
around my waist

when we part
my fingers sticky