Don't let it love slowly
Rush it into a story
Let it stir into a ghost
In your head, for you and you
and you as well.
Let it knock out your eyelids
let it knock on the door
Let it scream in your face
as you smile and ask for more.
Give it time to follow through
It wont sit still,
for you
or you
or even you.
Because it isn't a feeling
or a second option
Its ethereal
and hollow
with broken bones
and vacant eyes
and it listens, yes it waits
for you to make the move .
To slow dance your way into it again,
To ask for its help
to pick up the pace
as your mouth opens in horror
as
you run away with
loss
and hate
and an empty suitcase.
