Led me to death

life is filled of secret glances

but never in the way we want.

they are the whispers of wasps

waiting to sting you

as someone wishes

that you were never born.

they are the shadows

of non-living things

traveling up your your thighs

towards your mind

stealing kisses

of warm sunshine.

they are the screams

of empty silence

smiling upon your

unhappiness

(and your bruises).

they are the person

right next to you

the person in front of you

and the person inside of you

(they are no person at all)

so I will tell you

of silent glances and stolen kisses

it just might not be

what you're wanting to hear.