you're mad again,
and I can taste
your anger in the air
I don't know what I did
or how to fix it,
but everything I say
makes it worse
I grab for your hands;
you grab my face
and kiss me so deep
that I can taste the
leftover nicotine on your lips
you're close enough that
I can feel your body heat on my skin
you sigh against my lips
you pull away with disappointment
tears threaten my eyes as you
cross the room for your things
you pause before you leave
and everything was left unspoken;
left unkown
(11:20 pm 3/2/14)
