the return
what does my love mean to you i ask myself as we lie here a small glass heart pressed between my palm and your breast as we lie here in the bottom of our fragile little boat being tossed around on a stormy sea that suddenly materialized out of someone else's cliche to become our reality what does my love mean to you after months of trial by fire that began in glorious phoenix flames and has since been reduced to a slow simmering months of screaming my love for you through someone else's hoarse throat months of carefully limping across the tightrope of mindfulness on broken legs, with you my crutch and me gripping tightly to all your splinters who am i when my truth becomes your whore my blindness your betrayal when i find myself screaming as i fall out of the window of pain you threw me through because i failed because i hurt you because i always hurt you as i dig the way to our salty seawater grave with my rusty good intentions spade and your hurt is a stor