That I am confused.

Yes. I am quite sure
that I am confused.

You come to me, and you go.
You come like the light, shuffling between my fingers, as I blink them open and shut
infront of my face.
Warm, cold, warm
and back to cold.

Dark now, you lent me your cardigan today.
I cannot tell anyone that I love you.
You are starting to lose sight of our love.
In truth, so am I.

The more you move away from me
the taller my walls become.

I want to make you tea
for the rest of your life.
I would like you to do the same
for me.

But that cannot be
because
our light is losing it's way

and I am confused
and you refuse to fight for me,
for you are tired, and pale,
and smoke too much.
I am tired, and pale too,
and my vices are hidden from microscope, and will not stain my teeth.
But take a look at my heart,
it needs a boil wash
before any sense will come of it-
before this saturated stain will pass.

I love you
in secret.
I miss
you and I.

Fight

For
       ...



sleeping red roses
murmur our names
backwards
in unison