You’re the aching in my bones
The sigh underneath my breath
The ringing in my ears
The rattle in my frame
And the thorn in my side
You are my despair


You are my fake smile and my silent laugh
You’re the breeze in my hair and the sun on my face
You’re the spark in my eyes
The butterflies in my stomach
You are my secret
My alibi.
My truth.

But the sad truth is
you’re not really mine at all.

Out of words,
out of sight
and out of my mind.

Rambling and twisting into the night.

Out of ideas,
stop and rewind.

Feeling your hot breath against the back of my neck,
it nourishes me like the sun to a flower

Feeling you entwine your fingers with mine
and all is forgotten and I only see your face

Move your body with mine.
The worlds melts away and I never want to let you go

Drifting off to sleep with you by side
I want to awake to your seaside eyes always

My heart is wringed within your grasp.

Now it’s beating fast for you
and my breathing becomes labored.

But you take no notice.

Just apply more pressure.

Breaths turning into short gasps,
fingers grasping for support.

I’m barely concentrating now
And I can’t tell which way is

up

or

down

Deranged from new sensations
Consumed by inflamed relations.
Bent and twisted
But never unbreakable
If the truth was seeping from my lips would you still want a taste?

You were nothing but a furtive dalliance.
Our days were conflated with a demure attitude.

I’m an ingenue.

And you are an imbroglio.