August 16, 2013 § Leave a comment
bathed in the scent of your cigarettes
lick it off if it gets too close
lick it off till the well runs dry
and all your secrets lay bare at the bottom.
Will you find mine?
in the moments I forget to care
you don’t tug at my links
but your pleas to break
We could both trace the scars
with my fingertips
but what next?