you don't know me

You don't know me
yet still you rest your head
on my sugar-glass shoulder

I loved you
the way the lonely love
impossible dreams
I yearned for a make-believe life
a dollhouse for the soul
an unrealistic reality
erected to imprison those
who dare to ask for more
from the cards they're dealt

You don't know me
yet still you rest your expectations
on my sugar-glass shoulders
the weight of your eyes
pressing down on my vital organs
sharp and persistent and blinding
so heavy I cannot breathe
for the taste of blood in my mouth

You don't know me
you never took the time
to ask

Instead you took my hands
you took my heart
you took my dreams
and spat the chewed-up parts of myself
back into my face
expecting me to love the fire
when I craved the rain

You don't know me
when you're too unwilling
to look beneath the mask
I can't peel off my soul

Our hands pressed together
I am nothing but cold lust
and the shame
that someone is looking

You are glass-shard eyes offended
withdrawal and dismissal
of my sweat-slicked palms
the lines between our words
now no more tangible
than the cigarette smoke exhaled
from your impossibly beautiful lips

There is no fire left inside my chest  

You don't know me
if you did, you'd know
I'm still waiting for the rain

© Indie Adams 2014