Kissing With Knives Out
should it matter
if you cut me
but say that’s love?
Storyteller
should it matter
if you cut me
but say that’s love?
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,
how can you touch me
when I can’t touch myself?
a distinct odor,
a peculiar paint,
a reflection in the mirror
that stares