I fight with you.
I lay with you
in my arms.
Betrayal runs
thick through
my memory.
I half expect you
to be gone
or altered
come morning,
but you awake
with smiles
and vitamins,
the secrets
between us
invisible.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
I fight with you.
I lay with you
in my arms.
Betrayal runs
thick through
my memory.
I half expect you
to be gone
or altered
come morning,
but you awake
with smiles
and vitamins,
the secrets
between us
invisible.