You would think that by now
I’d be able to read you
but I cannot

I am a prisoner to your subtleties,
a captive of your cluelessness,
tangled so helplessly in your mixed signals
your emotions are the secrets
whispered just past my ears
so intriguing

yet

so out of reach

-h.w.

I love you

Every interpretation of that phrase
proves to be true
when it comes to me
about you

-h.w.

My parents warned me
about drugs in the streets
and the boys who would break my heart

but they never mentioned the drugs
with dark brown eyes and a heartbeat
who would fix me
before I even knew I was broken

-h.w