by Kelley Stephens
Together we get tangled up in bed.
He asks me a question and
I’m spinning the words quick.
‘Cause I can’t stop,
thinking how everything’s stained,
and all that I will ever do,
is wonder if he’s somewhere shining,
for some greater love than mine;
or is he reminded of me
when he hears me through poetry,
because he’s the one who taught me how,
Tears fall down and of his warm arms.
Where he said I can hide,
like the stairs underneath the window,
when I was just a little kid.
I must admit that I am so afraid,
of not knowing who I am and,
it’s too late now to find another new day.
That means no new nights of watching his chest,
All there is left to do is plea to his mercy and beg.
Screaming, ‘it’s not fair the scales are off balance’,
and if you love me you’ll let me come back.
Just promise me, you wont,
give away my love so fast,
‘cause you knew I was trouble, complex,
from the day you first met me a mystery, beautiful.
You said I could lean on you and stay awhile.
So will you let me tell you I need you?
See, I don’t know if i’ll make it out alive,
and if you find me in another life,
if I still have your name in my mouth-
Please don’t say that you loved me.
Please don’t say you love me.
While we get out of these twisted sheets.
When we get out of this bed.