grooves were of bark, hands of chalk
how they left dirt filled scars upon my skin
the filth of his nails and the way his personality was pure hostility
i converse with air and the musk leaves me here
the apple of my eye, how he brought a lust for death
intense feelings you’ve never heard of
how a kiss could transcend demons through our world
the melt of my skin, the way the sun begins
coldness of his mien, but his mean never meant anything
the hands, the dark, the way i remember a rough touch
i’d look in the mirror and a tear would appear until one day
i looked in the mirror and said to myself, “honey, i’m coming home”
the phone rang as he longed for a hey
i dabbled in my consciousness and avoided treachery
he had the voice of an angel that only enhanced his satire of musical chairs
the way he’d leave and return just to run his nails down my back
but eventually you stumble through shrubs and find your track
you leave the crack and all that was, just suddenly was