Let it fade. The words you’ve never thought to say.
I feel them anyway, as our syllables dance on tiptoe,
to this new soundtrack devoid of any love or rhythm.
I drink red wine by the bottle. Alone and insecure.
Alcohol used to make me horny, but now I just feel
sad, missing a piece I never knew I needed or wanted.
Books are my friends. Fill me in ways you never could.
Vulnerability is one thing I could never give you,
the way the words scream freedom I will never know.
Kiss me again. The way you did the first time.
Long bottled up passion makes the wait worthwhile,
your hands explore without apology or hesitation.
I’ll wait for truth forever. It’s all that matters.
You could never love me again, but if you did, I would
spend my whole life giving you everything I had.
This is great – the type of piece people will partially wish they couldn’t relate to, but be comforted by the fact that they can. I like how you return to the bottle motif in stanza 4, tying it to the wine. Excellent!
Thank you so much : ) Glad you liked it!