when you think i'm not listening: i'm caring. i'm holding out for that one instance when maybe you'd forget who i was and believe i was him.

one instant.
one lie.
one moment. (with you)

this parasaul of imagery constricts around my throat. your sweet embrace:
.. the touch of your scars ..
all this skin ..
.. under my nails
biting the wind__
:is choking me.

when the lights are turned, window blinded, mouth shut : i pretend these pillows offer your existance. cause whenever i stare at that corner long enough
(my eyes are bleeding your tears)
i could swear i see you there.

xxxx