Written as it comes. Unedited. Untitled.

You have to tell me to leave you

I would love you to say leave me

or love me

Because there’s nothing more that I want

but to be with you

and watch your movements

in silent black and white movies.

Your classic furrow

and moody flickering candle-light eyes

movements you make in bed

where I’ve been like a tourist

visiting the place I thought I’d never make it to.

I can’t forget I can be called yours.

Between states of grief and melancholy

my mind, an all knowing mother,

gives me you again

between pale sheets and moonlight and shadows;

a monochrome dream

with small parted lips beneath me

and I, finally, becoming your first thought.

The full focus you have always been to me.

You need to tell me to leave you

even though you’re never around to

be left from.

You need to hurt me and leave me for dead

and then hurt me all over again

so that maybe I can go.

Give me a fair shot otherwise

I’ll never be happy again.

Unless I see you again.

I’ll never be happy again.

You know it’s what I do best.

To tell you I love you

without ever saying a word.

And you stand there
and you watch the unborn words

trapped inside try to reach you

but the look you wear

is all the God forsaken words need

to stop and nestle further inside.

And I will always hear them reminding me

what you mean to me

what you mean to me
and the burden will never be yours
but you'll stare with a tortured stare
that I know too well.