you didn’t call

with sleight of hand 

you stole me away 

and not to keep 

to sprinkle 

to dish out 

to sweep 

and scatter

any place but home 

and when you were 

home 

and when you were alone again 

you didn’t call 

and i’d held you softly 

and now i hate you for it

i don’t like to feel so beyond my own control

i don’t like to feel like a stranger to myself

the way you hide from you 

i think it makes me scared

i think it makes me hide from me too

 
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