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Your words cut
so deep;
Enough to
**** what's left
of the good in me.
I watch you leave,
anxious, helpless,
unable to move.
My teeth
pierce my tongue.
The tears always hurt more
than the taste
of blood.

The thoughts and nervous panic
never prepared me for this.
You
never prepared me for this.
It's 2am

Shadows dance across the walls
and the floor boards creak under
the weight of the silence.

It's 2am

Sleep eludes me
while my thoughts reel through my mind
like film through a camera.

It's 2am

And the thoughts of you
begin.
Through eyes half shut
I see you there,
laying just next to me.
I could reach out
and touch you,
And yet you feel like
you are miles away.
Distant and lost.
Somewhere out there,
far away from me.
Or maybe that's just how it seems
because that is where
you want to be.
Words mumbled.
Thoughts kept secret.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine, I scream
under muffled breath.
Someday
I'll get some sleep,
maybe when I'm dead.
But for now
I'm just stuck
in my own head.
We are all
just drunk
on the idea of love
and drowning in
hope..
As you brush the strings
of that old guitar,
your acoustic harmonies
catch me in an embrace
that I can't seem
to free myself from.
The feeling surrounds me
and entwined in the composition,
I see you there
wrapped up in a passion
that you can't seem to contain.
Those notes reach out
and wrap around my soul,
pulling me in every direction.

Here we sit,
surrounded by all the chords
bouncing from wall to wall,
entangled in the melody
that is you and I.
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