Day Two

Forgive this cliche metaphor for I am

out of mind as far as you are out of sight. 

Yours is the taste that gets me drunk.

Intoxication, like poison, drips from

memories of your mouth against my own.

 

Another: you are my prison.

You are everywhere I cannot escape from.

Written in every chord, spoken in each sentence,

a death sentence that cant be appealed.

I never stood a chance when it came to you.

 

I’m sorry – one more: I love you, so I let you go.

Go to sleep, go home, go to hell;

My problem isn’t that I can’t declare

this undying love for you, it’s that

I can’t bring myself to stop.

~ by Jessica Phillips on January 9, 2009.