you will never have what you want from me
you will never touch my hands and see me smile
without some bitter after taste to drink
i cant let you love me
without mingling regret
without the whole
ive let something loose after the dawning of its day
a little section of self
you cannot appreciate
in its present tense
like i can revolve riddles around our embrace
like a heart made out elasatic
and plastic things
hold me
till i fold through
into the covers
