days upon days have passed giving me time to practice the words that I've wanted to share,
syllable by syllable, the words twirled together perfectly inside of my restless mind.

the day has come to recite all the words practiced -- nervous,
silence echoed off of the white walls and through the dark house.

your skin is soft -- I know, because it has brushed mine,
maybe you didn't notice.

you felt the chills as they pulsed out of my skin,
you knew that I was all yours for the taking.

I touched your neck.
I knew that you weren't mine.

I continue to look at the outline of your body,
you're beautiful.

It's too dark to look into your eyes, so I pretend.
They're empty.