make your words sweet

  Spoon blood and bone into my mouth 

     then tell me you won't pay for the teeth I broke

       when you told me to bite down. 

           I've been spitting into the sink for hours now;

             way down deep, I know this is wrong 

                but the songs on your playlist mock me 

                   tell me to shut up and swallow my bilious pride 

                     so I choke and ask permission not to die.  

                        We were told when we were young 

                           that silly adage about tender words to eat

                             but you never heeded Mother's words,

                               that's why she pushed into the coffee table 

                                 while I always got lunch dates and secret gifts.

                                    It' been a long time since i've seen you cry

                                      but I wrung out your pillowcases

                                        and instead of missing you 

                                          I'm dreading doing my chores tonight. 

" Make your words tender and sweet for tomorrow you may have to eat them " 

4am

Ask me what my favourite colour is 

and i'll describe the colour of his eyes.

Ask me what my favourite sound is 

and i'll explain how his voice is like a song i'll never get tired of 

Ask me where my home is

and i'll tell them all about how it feels like being in his arms 

Ask me about what makes me happy

and i'll tell you how i can't stop smiling when I look at him

Ask me what love is

and i'll simply reply with his name.