Are You Alive?
In your skin of dead... Do you even feel, never knowing all the seconds you killed with me? I see you, and you're so there. Walking, sleeping, eating, breathing, but you never even know. You never even know. The questions filling up in my head as to why you say the things you've said. Honey, am I dead? I could kill for a second. I'd have it no other way, I'd give you all the same... but you never even know. You don't know.
It's a constant struggling in every way describable, it's the taste and feel of skin. I don't think we know each other... I don't think you know me. Do you, really?
I'd promise I'm not the same person you met, but I'd be lying because I'm not sure how you'll leave me feeling this time. You might just kill me all over again... and I'd let you because you don't even know. You just don't. My dear, take my word for the thousandth time. I'll promise to erase the person I first met from my memory, but I'd be lying because how could I say such a thing?
Really, how could I?
I'll dizzy the roads and defrost the windshields. You know I'll throw a full cigarette out and stand in the road. If you would only know.
Do me a favor and learn to know every word you've ever said to me. All the patch work and stitches I've endured for you to know.
One day.