truth is freedom

The day dies like a bruise
and I want to melt into the crook of you
feel the warm tingle of your breath
on the back of my neck
just for a moment
feeling safe somewhere
even if it's a lie
but golden liquid and lack of contact
loose my tongue
and stubborn tears
both spilling freely
in the space from me to you
and I am too slow to catch them
snag them from the air
before they wrap themselves
around your heart
show themselves
in the curves and angles
of your face
and things will never be the same
as I've shown my all
revealing it to be only nothing.