Kissing With Knives Out

should it matter
if you cut me
but say that’s love?

failing to do so. . .

I have seen that look many times
way before I met you,
way before you could ever happen, and un-happen.

my words are cheap,
they come easy,
a natural flow,

All the places that we don’t halt at,
doesn’t seem to be a part of our story.

don’t you let the tears dry out in your eyes,
let them roll to your cheeks,