I tie into a noose because I can’t handle
being strung along
Kiss my lips to life as I sway where you left me
on the cottonwood tree.
Where you vomited hope that I
shaped into promises
in my mind.
Find me in your thoughts,
keep me in your dreams so, I don’t
die from the miles and become a memory.
See me in things the way I stumble across you,
the way we accidentally knew each other,
how I didn’t mean to feel this way.
Say you want me
with fire-like passion,
when it’s convenient.
Feel the chemistry again
that was there before you tied me up
and I let you drag me around.
When you’re done
I’ll still pray
you will see worth
behind the tears in my skin.