i’m bleeding every word you’ve ever spoken to me
hence i’m trying to tighten the tourniquet, i have memories i need to keep
and there is something wrong with me
i was never shy of sharing my poetry…
but the ones about you are shrouded in secrecy
metaphors, allusions, under lock and key
as if i only want you to read them
as if i’ll ever get the chance
as if i’ll ever know anything other than this pathetic back and forth dance
but there’s a feeling in my bones
it tingles to my toes
i will, i will, i will
when all is said and done, and i’m more than just the idea of fun
you’ll be reading these one by one, my fingers brushing your cheek, the words of my love under your thumb
