I was almost there,
Yet you broke my resolve again,
Teasing me with conversation,
And then silence on your end.
I’m scared you’ll leave,
Because I know you can do better,
Thinking thoughts of you in someone else’s sweater.
I know you don’t feel the same,
But you said you could?
And at the risk of being misunderstood,
I can’t be angry,
But yet I am,
I feel pain at everything I can,
Yet can’t do around you,
Scared you’ll think I’m overbearing,
And yet you still act fine,
Does it not affect you?
Because I want to know if you ever loved me like I love you.

I feel exposed,
A bear without its coat,
I feel vulnerable,
A cactus without its spikes,
I feel scared,
A mouse running from the cat.
How much more of my life will be stolen?
How much more do they need to know?

My lover has the hand of an artist,
The heart of a poet,
The brain of a genius,
And the ear of a musician,
The most rare mix of beauty and tragedy.

I force myself under the water,
Feeling the cold invade my mind,
My skin tightening against the attack,
Shuddering,
But yet,
When I come out the other side,
I feel the hot sun on my skin,
Making all that cold suddenly feel worth it.

The taste of your lips lingers,
Mixing with the liquor,
Misguided decisions,
Hidden moments,
Hang in the air between us,
I lie down next to you,
Wanting to kiss you,
But finding myself too scared to make another move.

I etch my sorrows in broken bottles,
Remembering the name of every glass,
So that when I return here,
I know which one will get me drunkest fast.

With drops of liquor left of my tongue,
I realise how stupid I’ve become.