I want you to hold me and say...
but you don’t say,
and I am angered inside.
Charged up like a bull,
you are teasing me with
your red flag
and at night...
When you reach out to empty,
It makes me feel so empty.
Your skin, on my skin
makes my skin crawl.
I want to slip into the darkness
of the comfortless night,
separate my soul from body,
peep in through the windows to see what
we’ve become.
You’re that monster...
Not hiding under the bed but sleeping next to me.
Yet how could this monster look so beautifully at peace?
My pillow is drenched now,
still stained from previous nights
when words were too difficult to express how I felt.
So I let this salty stream do the talking,
It flows out so effortlessly.
Even then they’re too silent in our silence.
One day I will find the courage
to wear your red flag,
and cast away the love you keep rejecting...