Your eyes dig deep inside of me
Scratching at my skin...

She talks loudly.
Too loudly...

Forgive my weary eyes
and forgive these reluctant hands...

Is it him?
Not desperately unwilling, but perfectly...

With cheeks rosy and hands fumbling
you led me up the stairs...

A silence too uncomfortable to be deemed okay
settled on our shoulders here...

Bittersweet in every sense
As the sun settles on my skin...

Lazy Saturdays where the sun swept over me
Top full of regret...

She's silent here
After a year full of words...

Your taste is bitter, babe
Like a horrible mistake...

I wanted to try something new with the comedy...

You left me colder than
December ever could...