(no subject)
Maybe one day she will feel you
As you both desire
But until then
She will continue to pay you
For your time
And exhausting effort
Portrayed through pouted lips
And lying smiles
You will not read the lines of her pain
Then you would see her desire
But you lack in the area of literature
Due to your excellence with the stroke
I have watched her from the window
Each breathe begs you to understand
As you stare blindly
I whisper the answers in your ears
But you won’t hear
You won’t hear
The words she lingers
I can taste them on your breathe
She scrawls it across you with her ever tainted touch
She wonders why you wound
She wonders…
Just like you…
And you scare her so with what you do
With what you do to her
And yet you ask
And yet you fear
You bound her to you
Yet she waits for you to beacon her to leave
She waits….
For the fall of your voice
..and as she sleeps…
You hold your own whisper,
The whisper of your destruction
At her gentle hands
She never ceased weeping for you
And all she wished you would have taken