I say you wouldn’t understand
and you say try me
but see that’s your problem right there:
you think you can.
I’m not saying it’s one way or the other
but you don’t open yourself up to the possibility
that maybe–just maybe–
it’s not that you won’t believe me
I’m locked away and it’s not a cage really
and it’s not glass either
but you can see me and I can see you
and I can hear everything you say.
I can take you in,
I can feel you
in ways you’ve never been felt
by anyone before or after this.
I can make you haunt me because we are intimate.
I know you.
Your mannerisms will become weapons against me
because I don’t miss a single thing
and I will remember the song you sing even after your breath has ceased.
I might be dead to you but you are always
alive with me
there with me
in my head
under my skin
running through my veins like a demon
like sweet venom.
and it wasn’t love that any of us were promised here–
not love but troubles and pain and hurt
and it’s not that you wouldn’t understand,
it’s just that these are just the ramblings of a