when you close your eyes
and think
of all the killers that
you’ve kissed
does your heart slow down
its beat
or does it race
a little bit
the marks they left
upon you
the marks you wish
they had
the nights of empty
longing
the days of tears
you had
and then you settle
softly
for just a hand
to hold
not breathless heat
and hunger
not wishes that
were bold
do dreams return
to killers
do wishes ever run
beyond the days
of safety
while staring
at the sun
I won’t settle.
I will hold my own – I would rather be alone than with someone who doesn’t make my heart sing.