Your voice echoed in my mind
words you never even spoke.
Things so cruel and so unkind,
In your exact inflection and tone.

It grew louder in the silence,
Mocked my insecurities and fears
and when faced with my defiance
It just drummed louder in my ears.

I became so used to these words
That one's from your lips seemed so false.
I lost all trust in what I heard
From outside my mind's own walls.

I thought I was a mind-reader
And I could read you like a book.
But now that it's all over
I know my own mind was the crook.

A flick of flint creates a flame
which dances still upon your face.
'Til wind pours in and fills this place
and fires quench leaving no trace.

You click again with furrowed brows
and silence then - you're counting down.
The orange embers as you inhale,
Your fingers tremble and shadows pale.

Grey ashes fall, each taking turn
Smoke climbs the wall as we both burn.
I catch a glance of steady eyes
lost in a trance of midnight skies.

I turn to watch but see no stars
Just sky - pitch black and clouds of tar.

- Mollie Keech

long painted finger nails
scratch the surface of my skin,
slowly peeling off each translucent layer.
Fingers curl and grip
as she reaches my core.
In a writhing wave of bliss -
we fall and crumble to the sheets.
Skin snaps back
to arms laid beneath her
and gently caress the torn back skin.
She looks up at me with echoed eyes
and she is no longer mine.

yellow sun,
who made me feel free.
knowing freedom is one thing I crave more than love,
so you gave me both in yellow tissue gift wrap
with beautiful ribbons and twine.
I still keep them,
within my drawer
and yellowed heart.
so if you did return,
I would once again fall into our dream,
of perfect paradise I only ever felt with you.

I tip toe on the frozen grass,
each blade encased
in a shell of frost,
preserved in a tiny terrarium
of its own.

and I feel only guilt when it shatters beneath my feet,
like breaking glass
of empty bottles of green.
snapping each leaf out of its miniscule shell of cold and beauty.

and the sun's rays hit as my accomplice in this hateful crime.
each ray envious,
make their way to melt the frozen wonders.
and the grass cries with tears
of ice cold water,
each dripping down its faceless being.

and before others have awoken to as witness
all evidence is washed away.
melted, it seeps into the hardened ground.

now a secret that must be kept
between me and the golden sun.

But not 'I love you.'
Any three, comforting, kind
yet cruel words other than 'I love you.'
because I love you has been tainted,
tainted with the distant cries of
in love with you.
Of the connotations
and the the lack of patience
that is;
'I'm in love with you'.
'Cause I love you was no longer casual, no longer friendly nor comfortable.
I love you was filled with
'why? why? why?'
and 'why nots?'
and kisses
shhh
not kisses -
not lips,
not touch,
not soft,
no whispers.
No 'I love yous,'
no 'I love you toos,'
just 'I'm here for yous'
and 'you're important to mes.'
And the painstakingly similar;
'I need you'
'I need you too.'
But not love,
never love.
Even in the midst
of a warm embrace,
or the brush of a hand upon a face -
no I love yous could be found in this place,
Not here.
Just confusion,
uncertainty, and fear