Love exists in a place where obscurity ends and fear sets in. My vicious mouth finds all the words that betray me. And it will never be enough. I longed for a moment of your time and I came alive licking your affection off knives.

It was my destiny to confuse tragedy with fate. I longed for a moment to hold you close and to be gentle, warm, and to feel small. A moment where we sat in silence, breathless and wordless, basking in serendipitous delight. I longed for a moment when I would submit to your ferocity and relish in my destruction.

I longed for a moment where we'd meet again shrouded in darkness.

You're not sure I'm capable of love...maybe you're right. Maybe you're wrong. Either way, you're right enough.

Knife to the back. I thought you knew me better than that.

It's hard to find the words to convey all I wish to say. They never say enough.

All these moments are lost in riddles and rhymes. I'll long for these moments that were never worth your time.