You never stayed.
You would wait for dark, and move, cat-silent, to my bed, your lips parting in the grin that never showed itself in the day. You would look at me with those smoky crystal glass eyes that stared into my soul and I would be complete. We would just lie there, with my body curled up against yours and your fingers tracing paths through my hair and would say
"We will never be apart."
And you would say
"Never is a very long time."
I would sleep there, holding onto you like a small child and that was what I felt like, a small child cuddled up in happiness-
only you weren't happy.
And when I asked you why you wouldn't tell me, only reached forward and kiss me, a feather light kiss that left me drowning in love for you and for no one else.
When I awakened, you were never there, and I would get up and go through my day and hate you and pretend it never happened. All I had to remember as I sat next to you and hurt you was don't let them see how much it hurts but I couldn't help it. Because I never knew if you were reality.
One night you came and told me that the end of forever was just inside a teardrop, as hard to catch and as unreal as a mist of iron, and I didn't know what to say so I buried my head in your chest and smelled your sweet, sweet small and pretended I was asleep but all I could think bout was your cold, hard face that night and two weeks later
two weeks later you stopped coming to me.
Because you were dead.
And you can cry and scream but the pain is fleeting it's the silence that hurts.
cry and scream but the pain is fleeting it's the silence that hurts.