Do you know of the one thing
I fear
The three words I loathe to hear
Falling from your lips?

I hold my finger
Over
What you kiss me with
When you begin to
Say '....'

I hold my palm
When it's not enough
And your eyes
Laugh
With your throat
Sending shivers
Up my arm

You think I'm joking
That I'm only playing
But I don't think
That I would be able to stay
Once those
Three words
I distrust
Come tumbling through
The gaps between my fingers
That fit into yours
Perfectly

"I love you"
A tainted line
I don't want to
Hear it
From someone
As wonderful
As you

sometimes I lie
on the cool ground
underneath the dark sky
dew seeping
through my clothes
holding out my palm
to balance the moon

in my hand it sits
wiser
and more silent
than yesterday
when it becomes
hidden
beneath a dark veil
of relativity

I whisper
I miss you
to the moon
and search for answers
I don't find in the stars

mist
around my ankles
carried by the wind
falling with the leaves

I am drowning
in the cool
beauty

watching a white sky
how can you say
it's empty
calling it your fading soul

I hear cracking leaves
beneath your heavy feet
see the world
resting on the shoulders
over me
the words your murmur
warm
into my tumbling hair
do not belong
to me

catching your haunted
eyes
vulnerable
you make me look at you
when you turn away

I smell the earth
and green on your smooth skin
feel you wanting me
your hands moving further and further
away from my mind
closer to my heart
just below

I see
the end
your dark hair against the full sky
eyes closed
my fingers trace letters
over old trees

the butterfly
had wings of glass
shattering
it tries to fly
from
the cage
created by me

my palms
and careless interlocking
fingers

the wings
turn scarlet

You're a part of me

a part of me that's swollen and sore


Your eyes this look
I know
I know

I know


I know



I knew ..

i feel his weight over me
heavy
smothering

his hands roaming
moving
smoke in his hair
kissing my neck

i think of you

see him smiling
drunk
across the room
reddened eyes
watching
waiting for me

i think of you

his hands
holding my wrist
tightly
wanting
whispered slurs
'just one night'
he says

i think of you