don't tell me you could
have hugged my knees and wrapped me in rain, don't
bathe me in your blue lips and cut me off
I am all pumping blood and no
one to share it with
don't remind me what we could
have been on some fifteenth date, warm as kindling
and crackling merrily in each other's hands
I could have sworn we
could have been something by now, I could have
sworn off you by now, but
don't tell me when to trip
over your threshold and out of your doors
I am perfectly capable of seeing myself out without your
fists at my back
and don't call for me with that rasp next time, in fact
just don't come to my window at all
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