If you
Look at these
Handfuls of
What I have
To give
But your own
Palms are empty
Please, don't

If I'm willing
To give myself
Entirely to you
But you'll only
Take what
You can get
Please, don't

I want to save
My enegry
For better things
Please, be honest.

l.v.s

Don't reach for me
With your
Quicksand hands

That is to say,
I look at you
And I can see
My time
Slipping away

You'll take
From me
Till there's
No grain
Left

Till I've
No place
To land
But the
Floor.

l.v.s

You provide
The illusion
Of shelter

But without
A solid foundation

I can only
Stand this
For so long.

l.v.s

There I was
Trusting my mind
And having faith
In you holding on
Having hope for us

Here I am
Crushed by realization
My intuition and heart
Knew better
I ignored the signs
Now I'm hopeless

I guess you
Won the wager

Maybe from
Now on
I'll stop
Betting myself
On the odds
Of others.

l.v.s

At times
I look at
These small hands
Delicate and pale
With such an instinct
To hold something

Other times
I'm reminded of
My soft heart
When I reach
Towards someone
The scars screech
Still feeling the blade
In my back
From a lost love

Some times
I'm surprised
By my hair
Its magnificent magnitude
Its daring defiance
The presence it has
Within a room

This mane has a voice
It speaks of my
Strength and resilience
When my hands are small
When my heart is soft
When I forget.

l.v.s

These unspoken words
Do not rhyme
The desire to
Share them with you
Would be a
Waste of my time

So I keep them
Locked up
Rattling around
In this mind
Of mine

I know what
We are
I know what
We aren't

Don't you worry
I won't cross a line

Even if I wish
I could hold you
In my arms tonight

Even if I wish
To fall asleep
With my head
On your chest

These thoughts
Won't utter
A sound.

l.v.s

I've found
Myself in
This place

It's a deserted space
Such an
Unruly wilderness

I can sense
That you're here
I feel your
Presence is near

Then reality strikes
Sending a shiver
Down my spine

It's just myself
Alone in my
Haunted heart

I'd invite you in
But once you're
Wrapped within
Its walls
You won't be
Getting out

I'll hear your whispers
And feel your fingers
Clawing to escape
For years to come

I'm afraid
I must
Leave
The locks
Untouched.

l.v.s