I Express Myself Through Writing

When we kiss...

I feel nothing but caustic memories
Vacant promises
Upsetting truths

We act in secrecy...

Your touch sends agonizing chills
The infatuation is antiquated
The distance is ambitious

When we lay...

We're baffled with confusion
Subject to dismay
Feigning for approval

When you leave...

I bemoan in disbelief.
This is who you are.