Meeting Halfway
I changed my skin color for you. I polished my shoes and painted my fingernails. I drank warm blood and sliced a hole in my groin. I’ve done a lot of subtracting to compensate for the impediment that you see in my eye.
Isn’t it time you do a thing or two in return, open a soft spot in your armor, something I can stick my tongue thru and melt your cold heart? Modulate your voice perhaps, take off that cheap lipstick? Don’t you remember our first kiss?
Please don’t go. Please don’t dissolve into that wasteland where the desert sand stings your face and wild birds circle high in the sky.
