Its hard not to stare
after being so close
the rush of heat that courses through me after a touch
Its hard being in the absence of abstinence.
Looking at the one next to me, I can feel my eyes changing.
You have my attention, and his is fading.
Knowing its wrong
touching you in the shadow looking for an excuse to feel right.
How can we have these ties, that bind both our hands so tight.
I think about our bodies
So elegantly intertwined
I think about the sinking feeling
of leaving another behind.
What is it to be human
and how do we move forward.
Cannot find love in lies
and I do not want to watch it die.
I hold the knife.