one eye open, teeth clinched shut.
The thought of you can be infuriating, seeing your cold-stare once solid
slowly crumbling apart. And there ain't a thing to avoid in such an inviting
silence as we've introduced ourselves to -

I kept the lights shut off, because I wasn't afraid of the dark.
And I've never feared what I might overhear if my hands are kept in my pockets
& I'm trying hard to mind what's mine and only my own, yet still she knows. No one tells her and still she knows.