We lie together as we always do .
stolen moments of pleasure in our bed of wood and fairy lights that dance above our heads as halos do for the innocent .
Your heart in chest against my back,
Your breath tickles my neck.

My neck feels the pressure as my hair is trapped in the silver lace ,
My feet are blue,
My palms are red-
and I am guilt .

I could relieve the pressure 'round neck and 'round lip
To others we are pathetically in love.
To me , we are pathetic ,
To you , we are in love .

I could not be failure to you .
And so my neck still feels pressure,
And my lips breathe lies .

We parted ways
it was uncivil , uncaring ,
unclean cuts still linger in my body
the wounds have seared open and snapped shut at the mention of your name .

it frustrates me , still .
how you were ,
how I was ,
and who we are now .
neither of us comprehend the damage done to one another
our mouths open when our backs have turned .

You are still beautiful to me though ,
But I will not admit it .
And I am still your best friend
but you don't hear these words when you read them
to know they are wrote for you .