Tell me I want to know How do you feel? Tell me Are you okay? Are we okay? I need to know? Tell me I can't stop Please tell me? You don't want to talk? Why? Tell me
Sharp taught red wine threads Tug tightly Cutting deep into my paper skin Clench your fists The pressure pulls through me A tranquil blanket weaved with resistance Drapes heavily
I read these words you mindlessly delivered my eyes flickered and my breath sharp Never had I read something tailored just for me. The soothing and conflicting letters danced through my mind as I scrambled to follow your delicate instructions.
Rarely does it rain while the sun shines the light cascading upon each delicate drop The temptation to be out there and to feel the cosy embrace of the rays, yet simultaneously The desire to hide away from the icy splashes in hopes to stay dry