I don’t talk to anyone about anything anymore.
My words were turned to vapor
As our bodies
Lie
Between us.
Hands withholding secrets, eyes down .
Turned to avoid reading, cries receding..
Hearts beating slower now….
In the silence, grimaces grow grim..reserved and within
I told you I wasn’t interested,
But you were…
So you turned me into
Vapor.
And said I had a smoking problem…
inhale
………………………………………………………………………
Exhale
How many bodies lie as days go by?
Dark cornered moments of aggression, neglecting to be understood as days fly
asking,
What did I do to deserve this hurting?..
and the answer, has always been…..
Nothing.
#METOO
(Poetry I never posted for the palpitations prayed pause)