Drip. Drip. Shiver.
Draw an arrow from the quiver.
Inhale, exhale, hold.

Pause.

Wait.

Incriminate.

Set the fire.
Watch this disintegrate.

Breathe again.

This is what I've wanted.
To slip under sheets and get a restful sleep,
Instead of laying awake, uncertain, unsatisfied.

I've wished to be lost in the comforts of pillows and blankets,
Not left uncovered, uncomfortable.

I've found a new bed
I've found the dream outside my head.
I finally feel alive, not dead.

I miss feeling wanted.
Back when I knew I was desired,
Before I turned into someone who was acquired.

I lie naked before a man in armor,
Who tells me to undress more.
I lie naked. Exposed. Given no honor.
In the midst of a winter storm.

To remain, and sacrifice my mind and body,
Or leave with my skin void of all clothes...
Love is a lonely place to be,
Love may not be a place for me.