The Place With Wings | ✓

nice guys

i am not used to good men.
if you outstretch your hands to me
i will expect knives, not rose petals
when you speak,
i predict smoke
not music.
when you smile at me, i flinch—
i wipe my eyes in surprise
for there are no tears tonight
when you reach out to touch me
i do not expect trembling
nor gentleness
when you call out my name
it is not the voice i yearn for
it is the voice i need.
like soothing water
like lavender rain
you are a good man
and i don't think i can love you.