Messiah Hands

On my own terms
Words heavy and clinging burdens
Half sung, half heard
Double down on the hurt

I keep running so it never catches up
Keep fumbling with loose sleeves
Awkwardly long hugs
So our eyes never meet
So I hide behind my touch, behind your touch
Blissful destructiveness

Unspoken
Unforgotten

A coiled stomach, a nauseating loop
A suffocating rag drenched in your scent
Lay with me so I can’t move
Some great reward in the end
I’ll reach the bottom with a kiss
No other way but downward
How could I let it come to this?