I am always at your feet
A stepping stone?
You hold my face in your hand,
Let go with a push.
I stagger, hair over my eyes.
The violence and anger in your loving caress,
You are so blinded by the whirlwind.
The emptiness of your words
The emptiness of your beliefs
Poor LOST boy
You believe the lies you speak.
The clench of your jaw,
That makes it hard to smile.
Your strong arms,
Holding me too tight.
Did you want to murder me?
Or was that an accident.