I had never spoken
so you couldn't hate the words
that would leave my lips.
But you still found a way
to hate my mouth.

The same mouth that brushed
over the one you hold
and whispered in my ear
as my fingers laced with DNA
you will always have.

And I am sorry if not saying
I love you
that night bruised your heart
but your mind never thought
why I didn't or why I do
the things I do.

So my soul will always ache
for rest that can't come with sleep
and my soul will always ache
for you to only understand
me because I always
understood you.