I watched sleep be murdered when you broke into my life,
That killer smile seemed stolen alongside your razor-sharp eyes,
I'll dive into the getaway the second you promise you'll always wink,
Your hands are soft when you throw the dice and I see the whole room flinch,
Where you are is my kidnapped heart and the ransom is the only real clue,
Amongst the dark alleyways I take the risk and I'm prowling for what's true,
Hand over mouth makes me hush and we're both scouting for that final push,
I bite the skin and taste the blood to see you dead cheeks blush,
We let them look and we slaughter the insecurities because we are so damn tough,
I hope one day you'll see I'm stuck in a state-of-the-art safe and the real me will be enough;
YOU ARE READING
The Confessions of a 90's Kid
Poetry"Words are weapons: for warriors, for war heroes, for worrying teenagers and therefore for me."