Don't you know that this hand washes that one too?

julia-defoor Poems

We sit in silence. Blue and gray shadows dance upon our walls. ********* TV. We sit with our feet touching. But we are miles apart. How did we get here? I always ask the same question. How did we ******* get here? We have had love. We have had such good times. Unimaginably good times. Waves of laughter. Kisses with no end. Holding hands in parking lots. Now I feel that you don't even want to touch me. I feel that you have no reason to love me. I don't understand. I want your love. I want your touch. I want your skin upon mine. I want to make up. I want to make love. These things, I fear, will never happen. We fight. We **** How much longer can one heart sustain this? How much desolation can ones bones bear? I hear the rain upon the rooftop. I hear the trees cracking outside. I hear my insanity screaming inside my head. It's a deafening silence. My skin is on fire. Too tight. My blood is hot and thick inside my veins. It needs escape. I need to see red. I need a razor. I'm drowning in a sea of my own blood. Choking on my teeth.