How tender are they the young and the old
Am I tender, too ?

It is so hard to see what’s so close to us sometimes

I can only learn one word at a time,
for an equation,
one character at a time.

When we go out
I wear cheap vanilla perfume and a push-up bra
We sit in the back of your car
And I let you put your tongue in my mouth, your fingers,
your hands around my throat
I know you think there’s a natural order to these things
But you won’t say it to me out loud
You just get on top of me and pin me down
And I wonder why my sick little mind likes it.

if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.

between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.

if I'm not in your sweet dreams
I hope you find me in your nightmares instead