xxxviii.

scar

....


i can already feel
you are going to be
one of my more grand mistakes
its the way in which you kneel
when you quietly
sweep the hair out of my face

the suspicion is impressed
upon my lips
when you remove yours from mine
and stroll away casually
under the neon signs

carrying with you
a deeper part of me
than my jaded actions
have permitted you to see

maybe this will make me feel better
if i know going in
that you will feel nothing at all
that when i borrow your sweater
for sleep, to cover my skin,
this knowledge will protect me from the fall

but i fear
i may be falling
for you
even though
the chin in you hug
is quite an obvious cue

the dizzying words you speak
throw me head over heels
and the coerced glances you sneak
make my heart unsteady
cause my mind to reel

but i know there is not
a safety net here
i know that you are living
in the past
or in a year

and your affections are already tied up
lending me only a line
a fray from your heart's noose
the knot that wont let you be mine

i know in crashing down
i'll scrape my knee
but i still let you raise my gown
and gently kiss me

you see, somehow i dont mind
that your sentiments cannot reach this far
because i will remember
the way you smelled
the way you tasted
the way you are

you are my beautiful scar



-me