Continuing on like this,
would be wrong and
you would never understand
what its like to fall asleep at strange hours
and wake up violently
with the acid taste
of your name in my screams,
and memories drying cool on my pillow,
to claw at my skin
hoping your name will appear
in a permanent red on my leg,
swing from the ropes
that held you to me
at some stage before the present,
I can no longer hold onto the nights
you held me so tight
that I hoped I'd melt into your skin
becoming you so that you'd never leave
and your hands,
oh your hands, your hands, your hands,
I swore they would never go fragile
and your hands, your hands would hold me forever.