untitled (affair)

our love was a flower,
withered before it bloomed
a garden, a graveyard
feelings born buried in a tomb
a fruit,
not yet ripe, already rotten
a seed planted in its grave
never known, never forgotten

this hope is a slow poison, 
you drink from my lips
we’re only faithful 
to this bad decision
we make again and again and again
my insanity 
expecting anything different 
commitment 

i’m your special secret
i’ll keep my lips closed
but they burn for you
redder than the lipstick
i keep off your collar 
until you call her
you gotta call her
her hair my hair
you hide what we share
her scent on my skin
mixing our sweet smells
makes me sick

the promises you make to her
the promises you make to me
your mouth is writing checks 
that your heart can’t keep
still I like what your lips do
even if they don’t tell the truth 

you draw these lines
for me to dance on them
our conversations 
talking like touching
you can’t ask me to fight
like a fool 
to be an other

you keep my heart safe
like an unclaimed prize at a carnival
you played so many games to win
what you didn’t want
bittersweet cotton candy I felt
The Moments that Melted
everything disappears between us
sweet nothings to nothing sweet