JessicaMuller

I look at these hands which have grown Like that of an adult newely born I see that they will never be held Nor follow the jaw line of your face I will never look that deep into your thoughtful eyes Because I am deathly afraid Of dieing alone In the morning I walk by your side Soft sweet footsteps Talking for endless eras Until the night I close my eyes Walking home alone with the stars facing the other way Abandoning me while the cold taunts my nerves Rain begin to fall in sheets of habit As I walk the Earth Aging as these hands grow wrinkled and worn The breath in front of me dissapears And the world Grows calm

"They're only blackberry stains, Scottie." She assures me, soft voice lilting and whispery like the east coast wind, tinged with the taste of salt, that teases her obsidian hair. I'm tracing the harsh purple bruises that tell painful stories as they paint her ivory skin like serpent tails, crawling down her concave collarbones, and curling unforgivingly around her thin upperarms. "Angel kisses will wipe them all away while I sleep." She promises, brushing my fingers away from her bleached porcelain skin, as if she might break under my fleeting and gentle touch, and I wonder which one of us she's trying to convince. "You're the only angel I

I look at these hands which have grown Like that of an adult newely born I see that they will never be held Nor follow the jaw line of your face I will never look that deep into your thoughtful eyes Because I am deathly afraid Of dieing alone In the morning I walk by your side Soft sweet footsteps Talking for endless eras Until the night I close my eyes Walking home alone with the stars facing the other way Abandoning me while the cold taunts my nerves Rain begin to fall in sheets of habit As I walk the Earth Aging as these hands grow wrinkled and worn The breath in front of me dissapears And the world Grows calm