When you get too near
can you not see the tear
that exists on my face
as if tattooed in place.
It trickles down my skin
exposing what is felt within
illustrating that all’s not well
reminding me that I’m in hell.
Separating what is whole
dividing me from my soul
killing what I feel inside
this open wound I cannot hide.
Voices tell me it’s time to end
this life that I cannot mend
yet I’m reminded by your kiss
that, I do not want this.
