Sweet, toothache smile, wonky,
Chipped tooth greedy grin, melts my insides.
My name written in your quicksand brain -
Funny how you don't even know me,
But you know the details of my body.
Fill me up with freedom,
Take me away for a night,
Your voice soothes me, breaks me in one.
Fake face to everyone,
A people whisperer, professional charmer.
But I want to see the specks of dust
In your unkept room; the glitter of your life.
I know you would shatter my heart
If I let you, but sometimes my
Mind is weak and still, I think of you,
Of us.
Our explosive, violent storm of passion,
Never a muted moment, just a
Flickering rush of fiery compassion.
But why do I still lie here,
Eyes closed feeling your phantom skin,
Imagining us staring into the night
Holding each other, talking for hours about life,
About your poor mum, and your dad and his new wife.
I trace my fingers on your back,
Hungry for you, all of you,
Not just that infamous fake face,
Hiding a reality too hard to retrace.
