I bitterly washed your fingerprints off of my skin
And promised myself that I am worth something-
Something more than just the worth of a broken piece of gold jewelry
But you have thunder in your smile
And your eyelashes are tidal waves
That spin me into tsunamis which demolish me from the inside out.
Your veins are cracked windows
Facing downwards towards the soil used to keep my flowers alive.
And I know that you are a different kind of human
And that you desire a tremendous effort to keep
But I will work day in and day out to keep the taste of your lips
Fresh on my mouth