
I miss you in my bones when you’re standing right here.
You talk without blinking and you laugh without fear.
These days you are only a name and an address.
I’m frightened to leave you, so I just get undressed.
These lines that we read get swallowed by mirrors.
You’re wiser than me but you can’t see much clearer.
If it wasn’t in the cards, why did we press it?
This forbidden fruit is rotten, but the taste is possessive.
You’re slipping through the cracks in the kitchen floor,
And I might shatter if I don’t feel adored.
This balancing act is wearing out our common sense.
Only liars claim that love feels like its godsent.
-Jackie