they tell me I love you
but I can't be sure
because such a notion
does not cleanly fit
into the lines of reality
such an idea is one that can only exist in the dark
for who knows how it will react in the light
where the scrutiny of lucidity might burn it to dust
that gets in my eyes
and I can't blink it away no matter how hard I try
am I feeding myself with lies?
I need something to make me feel whole
but keeping this inside is eating away at me
those worms of discretion writhe with vigour
they tickle me when I'm with you
so I can't help but laugh at the air
when really with each breath I'm breathing despair
because I know you'll let go of my hand all too easily
release me from embrace a moment too soon
my passionate kiss you'll return with a peck
but still I can't let go
can't hang up the phone
even though I know you will first
I'm just waiting
dangling like a telephone cord
for you to pick me up at your desire
assuage my fire
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