manifest.

and i will tell you you're brilliant
under the cover of darkness
it's the only time you won't protest.
my voice, wandering
between dreamscapes.
and your friends will say "she's not really your style"
"yes. but she's clever."
we'll laugh about it,
though i'll secretly always wonder what you meant.
there will be a picture of us, hanging from your wall
its title: things that are dead.
every time it catches your eye
you will think of that moment
our moment
when we both began to live.
i will write furiously
our narrative
in metaphors,
and you will add color.
you will curse the sun
and i will bring you light.
and i will fear the darkness,
but you'll take my hand... and that will always be enough.
i will never say no, you despise the word
but i won't have to, why should i?
everything around us will spin
around and around
dizzy with lust
sick with desire
round and round.
you won't be able to fight the smile.