i spoke scared
a frightened truth
i hid amongst
self disgust
hate and deceit
bleeding wounds
his words were crude
filled with faith and belief
that i could only come so close
he swayed in a stance
of shadows and vials
i felt his veins
in his vain
wondering where he went
how he could dance
with hurt in his word
ways in his mean
i loved him, i thought
but love doesn’t kill
instead of kiss
it’s not supposed to feel like this