You are soft like yellow rose pedals
I am scared, too damaged  
May you slit my throat and spin my head to the wolves,
and may I be alone.
You are so full of youth and glowing, characterized by ***
If I could only feel the way I kiss you -without my voice numbing my lips
When promises fade away to words, how can I learn to hear again
How can I listen? I can only hear myself.  
Whispering and clawing, disguised as another.. I am the wolf