The night is beautiful.
Music floating.
Lights shining.
Fingers dancing.
Road winding.
Everything feels
like romance.
Then–
the sound
before meaning.
Then–
the heat
before language.
Something digging into me
that I didn’t invite
and don’t know
how to refuse.
Folding inward
to contain the pain.
Trying to vanish
to avoid coming undone.
Stay quiet.
Bury this deep.
Confusion grew teeth.
Calling itself
love.
Loyalty.
Love.
Any word
except the words
that would let me leave.
Tenderness
and crulety
colliding.
Just enough softness
to stay.
Just enough harm
to hollow
and keep.
This poem was inspired by Collision.
