• I can feel you.
    The cold ghost of breath on my neck
    The faint whispers of broken promises and lies
    Echo in my ears eternally
    The brisk touch of something on my bare skin
    Causing me to tremble
    Uncontrollably.

    I told you,
    After all that has happened
    Even if I could
    Love you
    I doubt it would last
    That it would
    Satiate
    Your hunger,
    Let alone heal
    My wounds and
    Resurrect
    My dying spirit.
    For my doubts
    Are too great a number,
    More than either my thirteen or your eight
    And though I see
    How
    You try,
    Oh yes how you try
    To chase away my fears,
    Wipe away those unwanted hurt tears,
    Yet, I was not meant to exist,
    But I do
    I breathe and live as do you,
    Yet we have not one beating heart between us two,
    I can’t hope to hide the flame of desire you and I
    Both hide inside.