To my horror as melody

Poured over your teeth

And landed on your tongue

In 3AM dark

Only whites of our eyes and foreheads

Pressed together like a craft

For the sake of knowing the other’s face

Was still attached to its assigned skull

Somehow in pitch

Eye whites and foreheads

I locked eyes with something

I then realized I loved

I massacred the thought with more lyrics

Setting melodic weaponry on you

In your very own cradle

Hoping you wouldn’t notice

Where my rhythmic defences ended

And where I began

It didn’t matter if you recognized

My lyrical guard

You still let me down like a small animal

From the soft creases of your palm

You’d stroke the gold parts of my hair

And let me decay into core

Permitting me to pretend to be something

That could sing into your mouth

Yet not love you one bit