Tall stretch of skin, scraping the top of my consiousness.
Why do you follow me here? I want to be alone.
Always whispering care.
Tell me again that you'll never leave,
maybe I will believe you this time.
Outside your grasp, between these covers
You smile but cover something.
I am curious but not enough.
I think your past is crooked and slant away from me.
I shake at what happened, what you won't say.
Sweet words dilute the poisons
but I can't risk it again.
Holes can't fill holes.