If you could uncross your fingers
this one time for me
index over middle
middle over me
give it to be straight
I want murderous,
stunning truth
raw and bitter
real
I want ridiculously
fierce love
frenzied, passionate
real
No more games to win
No more lies to fake
No more pretending
we are beautiful
Hold me by my wrist
I'll stumble from your heart
frantic and motionless
on the ground
waiting for your response
waiting for my own
back into reality
where I belong
real
Author notes
Written October 13th, 2004
