when did it become like this?
too scared to let you go,
hanging on every kiss,
like it may be my last good bye.

i scan your beautiful face,
and taste your sacred lips,
and wonder why,
why have i done this to you?

my eyes burn,
and my throat is dry,
and the smell of ***** lingers,
stinging and cutting my strings.

in the dead of night i weep,
it the light of day i cry,
no comfort shall be brought,
i will have wasted no time.

for i never deserved that chance,
when in the early throws of october,
looked into your eyes,
and saw love staring back.

staring back.

and i still have absolutely no clue-
of what you saw.