Waltz to the beat of your heart
As it falls beneath your stomach
Pinching scents of past presents
The gift that you returned
the gift I gave you every night
The gift I delicately delivered
To your fingertips
Fall beneath the sand that soured my lungs
You dried up every ounce of affection
With the tension
I don't hate or love
I just am
I just tolerate
But every night the locked door creaks
And the sliver of light spills
Against my chest
Yes, this chest holds secrets
And yes, it holds memories
he's my secret that I'm ashamed of telling people about anymore
Because thankfully, to him,
I'm not even a shimmer in the dark
Anymore
~vivi
