I know you're out there
and I know you want revenge

the music is blaring
but I hear you, trying to break in

it's late an I'm all alone
yet what scares me the most, is seeing you
with bloodshot eyes
wanting me dead

I'm afraid, that's true,
not afraid of death
or being trapped with you

I fear of your hands, touching me
and memories swirling
reminding me- I used to believe in *you

greeting the morning
with spoonfuls of sunshine
in our bitter teas
we smell the earth
beneath the boots
of endless steps
rain filled
feeding the roots
of walnut trees

crushing daisies
between the pages
capturing breaths
in fishing nets
we glint in moonlight
silver and slight