Sometimes I feel strong enough to leave
but the light in your eyes blinds me and suddenly I
can't tell the difference between reasons and excuses.
I open my mouth to speak and you exhale, and my words get lost in the fog of your breath
and can't find their way to your ears.
The doubt rests on my chest like the best--or worst--snowfall in mid-January
but my wits run howling like the demon chased from a man possessed
and I kiss the lies that your lips told.