these things don't just happen without a reason
but it's not healthy.
(for either of us.)
can you please get the help you need before it's too late to put you back together?
i have to stop expecting
and stop waiting
and stop and stop and stop.
however, you might tell me
i still have hope
without saying anything.
you keep turning.
so next time think before your hand finds mine
because it means a lot
when you pay attention.
those nights felt like relief that i don't ever get when i'm alone
and no one else can make me that temperature.
you're right, we shouldn't.
i'll still think of you at midnight
with my face pressed against the kitchen tiles to hear something, anything.
think before you speak
and don't forget your words
so next time think before your hand finds mine
because it means a lot
when you pay attention.
That's my favorite set of lines in this poem. That, and this:
and no one else can make me that temperature
Great, great stuff. Great.