It started with questions
answers poured out like waterfalls
crashing in tempo, truth flooded our ears

it was met with your gaze
a quiet stare that lit my soul
the fire grew, yearning for more

then, your touch
searching with tenderness
grazing me as if you were dove feathers

what answers were you searching for?

silent knocks on my door,

i don't see you,

what did i adore

cigarettes in front of my door.


its horrifying,

silently sliding through another night.

crying and trying, I'm dye

ing to change each night before it.