Somewhere beneath the thunder of keyboards
and the hum of disobedient metal coffins
I'm reminded of inquisitive hands on my chest
noses rubbed playfully on my shirt.
The knowledge that she loves my smell.
That she loves me.
Eager, pleading eyes, anxiously chewed lips
plump and candy glossed.
My heavy, soft hands taking a walk over her in what started as a hug
and ended in a laying teeth and nails clamp.
My heavy, soft heart left in the empty tomorrow.
Dawn. Another chime of hollow words, hollow promises, hollow life.
What started with a game...
ending in an injury
a wound on the soul.
Frozen to a moment culminating a lifetime of lies.
Can anyone see the marks on my persona?
Am I who I used to be?
Something greater?
Something less?
Did I?
Have I?
Will I?
Is there anything left but hurt?
Should I protect you from me
or should I protect me from you?
Where does the fear begin, and where does it belong?
