last night you touched me
and it made me cry.
my damp cheeks baffled you.
your stare was one of terror,
one of guilt.
my love,
it is only me.
my corpse is the evil one.
you unraveled your hand,
mine for the taking .
I wanted it,
a safe place.
I refused.
you kept it there,
open invitation,
just in case.
you sang me songs til'
my lips could curve again.
you stroked my hair,
crumbling to dust
between your fingertips.
i wish i could be better,
for you,
for us both.
in my dreams,
i can be her.
i am your soft place to land,
somewhere to call home.
in your arms,
i am only human.
tiny and decaying,
a crybaby through and through.
last night you touched me,
and i found myself trapped
within that frigid august.
underneath those mint sheets,
underneath him.
i need to you to believe
that your crybaby,
is more than just
a sad song to sing.
i need you.
dimmer every second,
the light behind my eyes
still smoulders everyday.
for your sake,
i will fan its fire for evermore.
tears may freeze this winter,
but i vow to be your blanket someday.
trauma is a funny thing