My appetite is
non-existent, just like the
traces of our love
-
-
Embraced my skin like cotton
Only to wash over me-an acid
which burned me deeply, in
places exposed but never recognized
by you
-
I don’t want to talk
Can you just be here,
be available?
I guess it’s too much to ask,
seeing how you’re so far away
-
I put on a chipper attitude
Like a second skin, disguising
the bruised skin, crushed bones,
blackened heart, my lungs must be
gray by now, breathing no more than wheezing
if only these punctured wings
could fly me away from here
-
I wish to blend in
With the leaves and let the Wind
Carry me away -
No lace could grace my
Skin and flow over my form
the way your eyes do
-
No cup of tea is
as warm as your lips, breathing,
on my collar bones
-
No wonder needed
I know why my heart floods
at the thought of you
-
Don’t call me Darling
When your heart hasn’t murmured
lullabies to mine
