Day: Apr 24, 2022

I trust your hands on my neck,

Not like a noose or a threat.

I trust your face in my hair

More than I trust my despair.

So, I let you walk away again.

You’ll be back here at ten.

I let you say it’s the last time.

Oh, if only I got a dime

For every time

You choke when I call you mine.

Oh, how young love has stained us,

It has turned us faithless.

But I trust you in my chest,

Not like a heart or a test.

I trust your nose on my cheek

More than I trust myself this week.

-Jackie