Games

I will not play these childish games again.
I am not a maybe.
No way will I be your perhaps,
sewn together by heartstrings,
and held together by hands.
You say we are not.
But the world sees that we are.
Don’t pull me so close,
so that I can feel your beating heart
it only allows mine to flutter in twice the time.
Don’t sing to me songs that adore who we could be,
because as you said.
We. Are not.
Don’t sleep with your skin
made from cream
caressing my shoulders,
It only makes me crave more of your healing touch
that you will not return.
This buffer of safety is not safe for me.
It leaves me exposed to your constant indiscretion.
I am no angel.
I am not a wandering fairy for you to interpret.
I am human.
I need to love,
and to be loved.
It is not the whims of childhood prayer
or the clap of your hands
that give me the strength to go on.
It is the kiss I cannot receive.
It is the breath I can not breathe
because there is still some of your air
locked away in here,
and I will not let it escape these lips,
until you either are,
or are not
within the grasp of my so very empty fingertips.

Games

JordyS

Joined March 2008

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