The Creep

Classic corset,

no one else can see;

I can’t seem to forget.

Your hands with mine,

I continue to dream- day in

day out.

Kiss me on my open mouth and

there will be trees

that grow from the roots of our lips.

Tulips— our lips— we have become

smitten

I just yearn for you to acknowledge

it.

And yet,

when I gain the courage

to say a word,

you agree with a

bright smile

as if you fell in love prior to

I.

Your heart beats just as mine

but just before.

May I be afraid?

If only I was the one with the problem;

If only I

held on too soon,

held on too far,

held on too much.

Death do us part.

Through thickness,

through thin.

Our bodies together;

art will be created from our

corseted skin.