Gift Poem by Desiree Whitamore

she doesn't think he knows her
and tests him whenever she can
and wraps him around her finger
instead of letting him in

shes accepting a drunken 'i love you'
through a phone call so late at night
and she's awake and ready to argue
when he sneaks in with the mornings first light.

how will she keep on learning
that maybe her heart deserves more
and he's just a bridge meant for burning
and a deadbolt meant for a door.

she's stuck in an unwinding staircase
of lovers future and past
for she fears coming face to face
with the one who won't forget her as fast.

she thrives off of this journey
and would kill to have it happen again
because inside she can't live half as freely
as she did living with him.