Your eyes, an icy glare.
An untrust resounding through them.
Asking me where I had been.
Needless to say, it’s early morning.
My response, a throaty call.
My hands restlessly tightening.
I know where this is going.
Needless to say,
I need a place to stay.
Your thoughts, a disarray of angst.
I think you have it all out of context.
I meant a place to drink,
You meant a place to cheat.
I'm surprised when you don’t speak.
Your eyes close instead.
I’m so tired; I just want to lie beside you…
My grip, an iron vice.
Clutching the lent in my pocket.
Raindrops from your eyes leak like tears.
A flash flood on the floor.
A crying sky is welcoming me.
I’ll be out there soon…
Our love, the wreckage.
A ten car pile-up.