Frostbitten kisses stretched over bare, bloody nerves
I feel them whenever I hear
This isn't right
I could do better,
Knowing full well that I could never
Live up to words that sail like unwanted ships
Wrecked along the shorelines of another being's heart.
So I rattle the bars of my fools’ crib instead
Like a hate-bitten child, shaking my head
That isn't my own.