1.** Calloused hands reached out to intertwine with my own.
Once soft, baby hands,
were now nothing
but rough.
I can't say that it bothered me, though.

Especially whenever they were on my own flesh.

2. My favorite time to be with you
is on Sundays.
We lay in your bed,
forget the world,
and smell each others' skin.
I've found my own bed to become foreign.

3. I can't help but notice how much you remind
me of someone I don't know.
Every time I look at you,
it's like I'm staring into a face I don't even know.
Whenever your hands run though my hair,
I'm almost frightened.

Will you hurt me?
I'm starting to memorize you.

4. Whenever you first began to notice me,
I was obviously nervous.

And now that you love me,
I can't stop scratching my hands.

5. If you could,
would you give me the moon?
Or would you continue to
sit in your car,
and scream out
meaningless lyrics?