How can my heart be beating,
when I feel so happy...
A shimmer,
a shine...
These days go by so fast,
I can hardly catch my breath...
Violence speaks the hands-
of someone who used to feel...
Patience- I try to tell myself,
but my hands want more...
I'm not waiting for your apology,
I'm not waiting for your hand...
You will not see me cry,
I know...
This is it,
my last...
Whenever I try to make things right,
It's impossible to give what is needed...
The tap of a finger,
the vibes of the trigger...
The way you breathe
inside me- you send shivers...
The ugliness of your blood
pours into the shallows...