Understated never was your key.
At the very least, it was never given to me.
Fingers run through my rain tangled hair,
And even though we’re surrounded, I forget the people there.
Teeth pressed to break my skin. Make me bleed from your “love”.
Why can’t you take a breath and see I wasn’t what I was?
And yet, so the same when pushed to you. I can’t seem to run away.
If only you could give your word that you were here to stay.
But nothing’s changed, you’re quick on your feet. Always on the move.
You never pause before you speak. Your words escape too soon.
Never heading anything worth reading, I make up the ending in my head.
Forever leaving us untitled. Even through everything you said.
Or perhaps, it’s what you didn’t say. It’s hard to decipher the fiction I’ve filled in.
But you always did manage to find the right phrase. Even if you only write to win.
Your lips on my neck push me to the brink. I hold my breath and wait.
Hoping that you’ll soon depart. No longer are you my fate.