Here I am.
Trying to conquer my own fears...
Stares turn into a night left with unanswered...
Hanging solemnly in the air...
Sweet, delicate, tender kisses
Become heated and doused in raw passion...
You don't remember
Why can't you just remember...
Tiptoeing by your bedside
at three am...
Weeping reflection in the mirror,
why are you so sad...
Fingers absently dance over old and new scars,
A twitch coloring the corner of my lips...
I do as you say,
And do as I'm told...
This sickness
This disease...
He stirs poetry
of drinking coffee...
Poor old me.
I hate my body, so stay away...
Sitting in the silence
listening to my own tears...