for you

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

I’ve been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.

The late night reaching, the slower moonlit kissing, the pitch black holding.

He was chilled by the innocence of her kiss.

You tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do, love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.