What little courage I have
I left through the door as you slept.
And right now I'd rather
Exchange ten seconds of life
Than to kiss you again.
For fear that I stumble down,
Right back into the door.
I try to hide my secret letter
Somewhere you wouldn't think to look—
On the pillow next to you.
So I hold my thumb
In the air, walking backwards.
And maybe I'll kiss you once
Again when we're older
And you are dead.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
What little courage I have
I left through the door as you slept.
And right now I'd rather
Exchange ten seconds of life
Than to kiss you again.
For fear that I stumble down,
Right back into the door.
I try to hide my secret letter
Somewhere you wouldn't think to look—
On the pillow next to you.
So I hold my thumb
In the air, walking backwards.
And maybe I'll kiss you once
Again when we're older
And you are dead.