Color Your Poison Red For Convenience (The Girl Who Lived Like Barbwire And The Boy With Soft Skin)

You leaned to kiss me, but I remembered the poison drying on my lips,

So I pushed you away.

And you turned before I could explain, before I could wipe my mouth and cleanse myself.

You stared at me with a look deserving of pity.

And you walked away.

You reached for my hand, but I snatched it from you.

You thought it was out of hatred but you don't understand.

The thorns were growing under my nails and your palms are much to delicate to be scarred.

I only wanted to rip the thorns from myself,

But you walked away.

You tried so hard,

But I tried as well.

Finally you stopped reaching, stopped leaning.

But by then I was bare, pure, lonely, and stripped of my defenses.

I stood and waited for you to reach for me one more time so I could pull you into my heart,

But you never came.