at night, i strip you until you're naked
peeling the layers of day's dust off you
sometimes your touch replies to mine
like when you shiver against the sponge
but on most days, you just lie there
blank eyes staring, sometimes waiting
for the ceiling to cave in on your body
pressed tight against the heat of my skin
and a part of me is hoping you're listening
for my heartbeat in this strange silence
that somehow you're scared of losing me
through your inner fog and nightmares
but when your fingers wind around mine
there are slow vines on the trellis of my arm
it's a lot like suffocating in a forest of you
where your scent overpowers and i am lost
knowing my roots are bound too tight
around the surface soil of your sins
and i know that pulling myself loose
would only break you all over again.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
at night, i strip you until you're naked
peeling the layers of day's dust off you
sometimes your touch replies to mine
like when you shiver against the sponge
but on most days, you just lie there
blank eyes staring, sometimes waiting
for the ceiling to cave in on your body
pressed tight against the heat of my skin
and a part of me is hoping you're listening
for my heartbeat in this strange silence
that somehow you're scared of losing me
through your inner fog and nightmares
but when your fingers wind around mine
there are slow vines on the trellis of my arm
it's a lot like suffocating in a forest of you
where your scent overpowers and i am lost
knowing my roots are bound too tight
around the surface soil of your sins
and i know that pulling myself loose
would only break you all over again.