go on
when he asks you
how my performance went
though he could've been there
(he is a coward.)
reply
tell him
about how my hands
unfurled like petals
like an awakening rose
gleaming with dew
the way I do
wearing diamonds
how my feet
glided across the floor
as if I was walking
on water
yes, tell him
you're in love with me
and he will be silent
smiling that smile
and draping bitterness
over hooded eyes
he will tell you he's tired
and will fall asleep
to avoid listening to you
but I live in his dreams
and even there
he knows
I no longer belong to him
even though
I melt into his arms
when his eyes shut
every night.
