We laughed as cheap wine spilled on the floor.
We covered the scent with milk.
I was safe covered in my black hoodie,
And you were safe covered in the words you'd weave
Making up for what I wasn't saying.
Did we know then through some kind of telepathy
That we were broken in the same way?
Just running in different directions.
I was anger you were sadness;
But we were both fear.
Fear of being alone, you draw me to you.
Voices and stories and more words.
Fear of being close, I kept you at a distance.
Silence, clipped sentences, stuck in my head.
Still we end up in the same motionless dance.
Time passes and a silent agreement is made:
I will think for you and you will feel for me.
I know you can't handle the touch of thought,
Pulling you into darkness.
And I can't stand the touch of fingers,
Burning my skin.
You learned to sew and I play music.
We both ended up with our hands
Tied together in string.
You sewed them