Sunday, November 28, 2010


When you hold your hands against your face,
and sit as cold as always,
I can only think about why I choose to remain.
Your eyes capturing the moisture from your skin-
deciding how dense the tears will feel.
You - lover.

When you hold my hand against yours,
and remain so true,
I can only think why I choose to trust.
Your sweet smile of betrayal making me feel warmth inside-
learning to understand that you constantly lie.
You- Friend.

When I sit and observe the hand-
I hold it in front of a mirror,
moving it towards and against me-
rubbing the experience on me.
I can only come to understand that-
some travel faster than others.