Friday, October 18, 2013

wrong timing

for now and forever,
innocence shall always be laughed at. 

when i'm standing at my kitchen counter,
wondering if the onions are sliced too big,
and the knife in my hand
mocks the blood running through my veins,
i shall remember the heat of your embrace
which betrayed the innocence of your lies.

you and i, 
we are tied together
like the words of the alphabet.
incredibly familiar
yet impossible to recite backwards.