YOU LOCKED THE DOOR

I remember what I thought
every time you locked the door
of your room.
You made my heart jump.
We were as alone
as we could be.
But you would never
touch me.
Just protect me
from everything,
and keep me
to yourself
for as long
as you could have me.
Even in the dark,
I knew how your eyes were
when you looked at me,
and that
meant everything.
I always waited
to see
if you would kiss me,
if you would start
all the unraveling
that would lead
to heaven in your bed.
But you never did.
I saw you cringe
when I moved my hair
with my hand
to the other side of my head.
I felt you tense up
behind me
on the bed.
You say I made you run
'til your legs were sore.
There were times
when you couldn't sit still
for fear that you would touch me.
There were times
when you were shaking,
and trying hard not
to look at me
in my room.
I remember once,
when you were a bit drunk,
you decided what the hell,
and pulled me
to you.
But even then
you only held me tight.
I thought of you at night.
I was always up in your room
'til it wasn't even
legal anymore.
How many times
did you sneak me out?
How many times
did you turn the lights out
with me still there?
How many people did you
want to hit
for touching me
the way you wanted to,
but never did?


I SEE YOU HEADING TOWARDS ME

I see you heading towards me
on a wave,
in a sea of meaningless
faces.
I catch your eye,
as if it were a bottle
with a message in it
written just for me.
>From your desperate
desert island home,
you scribble me
quick greetings
and hello's.
You let me know
that you are safe
and strong,
and that our love
is still as real
as ever.
I take your note,
and toss you similar
stories,
hidden in my dark
and serious gaze.
You capture them,
and whisper sweetly,
"Thank you,"
as we pass by,
and feel each other
fade.


BROKEN BOY

Broken boy.
He says he won't remember
me
if time can't fix his heart.
He's crushing worlds
inside himself,
and tearing down
our love.
He's stronger than a night
of black,
and colder
than the sea.
He swears that
if he wants it so
he'll swallow
all our memories.
He's angel's grace,
and devil's tongue,
and everything
of steel.
He makes me wake
to sharpening words.
He cuts me
with his gaze.
He tries so hard
to walk the line,
and never fall
and break.
He's tension strung
between two poles.
He is
his breaking
point.


I FLOW LIKE A RIVER

I flow like a river
through your heart,
where all the empty
places used to be.
I wrap you up
inside of me,
and feel you slip
away.
Once you were so real
to me.
There was this
melting
thing
inside of me.
You scorched my heart
sometimes
when I could stand
to lie inside
your sun.
You never kissed me
long enough
or deep enough
for me to feel your fingers
crawling
through my soul.
Or even feel the heart
of you
all tangled in my bones.
I will always miss
how much I never
had you close.