You've traced it a thousand times with lips penetrating my own, finding their home among the tears I refuse to let go. You know I'm always turning away. It's a stubborn attempt of pretending the silence screaming the only word i most desired to leave my lips simply could not exist. (ohh but it can, you say). I've been told this a thousand times and yet I may never believe. (not yet, anyway).
I closed my hands in clenched fists, hoping relief would be found in my own willpower.
But you see, there is none when there is longer any denying what I see in your eyes. even when i refuse to look.
I've never said your name out loud, but i've traced it a thousand times with calloused fingertips to skin, finding within your eyes, a sincere whisper of your truth. It's sealed between a jawline and collarbone, a kiss of hope.