What would I say
Were you to take my hand,
The puzzled look in your eye
One not of love, but betrayal.  
The memory of my sandals grazing
Your worn army green boots beneath
The table, as a tear slid
Down the bridge of your nose
Looking like chocolate syrup against the
Brown of your skin. How can
I explain without tasting the mint
Of your Spear toothpaste and feeling
The wet of your palm in
Mine, your lips reaching down to
The slice in my finger, *******
Out the blood till the sting is gone.
How do you scream into ears
The harsh reality, when they
Have always whispered the
Soft truth into yours.
Sinking off the edge, it is
Easier to kiss the back of
Your neck than the tenderness
Of your lips goodnight.