Resting on those trembling hands and precious kisses
My thoughts swirled around the possibility of something more
I never consider it a mistake or regret...
merely a gift given and rejected

This is something shadowed by separate lights
the disagreement falls on your heart
Halo into horns?
I think the mistake falls on the last simple grasp

This is not anger, this is not malice
this is a cry, a whimper, a whispered sigh
History repeats itself, and you take what you can get
The lesson written on your tongue
The words
so
hollow?

If not- I'm begging you to prove it.
Actions speak louder than words...
and lust falls between the cracks of true love
Sex is nothing in comparison to death
Sacrifice means more than a soft, pleasurable touch

A hollowed, meaningless and beautiful passion
Gets swallowed and rendered pitiful when placed
in the light of what it truly means to love someone.

If you find yourself wondering why I feel-
betrayed
useless
lovely and unloved

Ask this one question:

Is the Love in the kiss?
or in the blood?

and maybe the answer will stumble upon your now crossed out words...
remember the writing on the window- and how you so quickly washed it away-
Are all things the same?

Let this be my ending confession- when you leave, please say goodbye.
There is only one chance.
Thank you.