Silent whispers

quatre

I'm the kind of
girl you would
call a faux pas.
On the days you
would press me
against you, and
say that loving me
is diving into a
pool of iced cubs
on a hot summer
night, I'll be digging
my nails in the back
of my knee, to know
what it is like to be
in the arms of a man
who isn't mine.
I'm the kind of girl
who you would
have one sided talks
with.
There'll be times when
my ears will turn deaf,
only to your voice, for
I'll be busy thinking if
your hair smelt like
burnt paper or wet
matchsticks, and if
your lips indeed felt
like chewed on
marshmallows against
my own.
I'm the kind of girl
your mother warned
you about.
I'll fool you into
trading your heart
for mine, just to
lay them together
and crush them both.
For these hands only
know how to turn
beauty into destruction,
and destruction into
words.
I'm the kind of girl
who would give
your feet blisters,
from the hours you
will stand on my
doorstep, holding
the promise of a
future in your palm.
For darling, having
me would be like
trying to catch air,
the tighter your grip
on me gets, the quicker
I'll slip through your
fingers.