For Lovers

With blood on her thighs and guilt in her hands she'll walk away from you, face down, voice sad. She'll leave you a message it's secret will be "please, I need this, i need you." as ridiculous as that sounds.

As tired as she is, as slow as everything runs, with the lag, with the yawn, with the memories too close to be missed. With all of this, She'll still be strong. Strong and afraid and daring you to challenge her. Daring her to call it out, pull out all stops.

This is a new kind of love. Something stronger, something far more meaningful than any of you ever will be. This is 3 in the morning after the weekend of a lifetime and having only herself to hold. This is going home to discover it was sleep she needed all along.

Not your arms or kisses or misguided attempts at love.

Not her love in return.