we are we, we merge

we can be, yet not be we

he is too

nice

apologetic

sickening

but he is here now,

willing

and that's enough for me,

until.

I need your

hardness,

sick

sarcastic

exterior,

soft inside that

kisses my hands and

sees

me

through my

green-brown windows

and pierces the glass,

leaving sweetly sharp

shards

drifting lazily

through my system.

all I have now is your

browned

satire;

a hint

(sometimes)

of nicety that

dawns over your

jawbreaker

nature

(yet it's always cold.)

so now it's he and me

I'm here, he's here

close in proximity

far in emotion

satisfying for a second

empty for eternity

I turn over,

he apologizes,

I close my eyes,

he leaves.

you linger

like the hint of touch

on a cheek

after the

lightest

brush

of

lips.