Was it a mistake?

Everytime your hands caressed my warm skin

The bruises on my thighs 

From something so tender turns something so blue 

The imprint of your lips on me 

Leaving lovebites in their wake

 

The gentle beginning 

Ending as I call your name 

Pain and power and pleasure 

Mixed with a childish innocence

 

What have we become?

We are not two people in love 

One is in too deep 

The other not ready to say what they truly want at all 

 

Strings 

Attached in places that link us 

Some stronger than others 

The strings of years of secrets 

The strings of desire that thread from your hands to my heart 

 

A flame so carelessly lit 

Spiralling out of control 

Until all that is left is burning 

 

Burning like the ache in my heart 

Wishing that you were the one that could love me back 

I had thought we were strong enough for this 

I had thought we were ready for this 

 

Perhaps not 

 

- the way I value myself should not be dependent on whether or not you love me