i never told you
you make me smile
beneath my blanket
when you're away
and make my phone ring

but after the conversation
i look for the black paint
and pass it over your words
can't tell why you sound so dim
in the court of my insecurities

i needed to understand
a side of me
you helped me explore
made me explode

your hand upon me
midnight hour
was a promise well spelt
a language self taught

i am one of your choices & i fear when you leave this roof...the world may steal your choices and leave me broken..tearing down my understanding of peace...