The one who couldn't settle much

 
 
 
You come with
no warning signs
in little words with
short sentences
 
hitting nerves  
of broken minds  
and broken souls,
 
then you leave  
to somewhere else
where nobody can
hunt your bones
 
and you return  
to this empty bed  
you know better
than anyone else,
 
where cold hands  
from long nights  
get lost inside
my red curls
 
scratched skin
finally resting
as the poison
works out of
your system,
 
velvet tones  
execute words
from an abyss  
of a throat
 
in the softest
place you will
ever know.