She lives in your mind
and you speak her name with your eyes
some nights
I can taste her bitter memory on your kiss.

They say- that love is trust
if so, then I've loved your from the start
given my all
my internal flame, like desire.
and it's never enough to just walk on hot coals.
to turn the other cheek.

with broken promises,
my strength. is all I have left-
and you wonder why
I don't let you inside
when she is still apart of you.

so now. I re-collect the words you whispered.
when you spoke so clearly of your love for me.
tell me, do your really feel it?

well. here I am. with my hair in my eyes.
waiting for you,
wondering if your alone, or with her.


this isn't beautiful. so I'll close myself.
in ways that infant eyes can only comprehend.
simply speaking.

[I'm confused]


if you love me as much as you say you do

why do you need her to feel whole?
and whisper sweet nothings in your dreams
a spoken lullaby, for someone else.