Pink lemonade

The way you look at me is sacred 

I’m fighting the moment as it happens

So slow it’s almost painful 

I wish you’d leave 

Sip your pink lemonade elsewhere 

But there’s some sort of magic behind your eyes

And I wonder if you know

Certainly the mirror has told you 

Or does it keep secrets? 

Your calloused fingers remind me of my favorite song 

I choke on the thought of getting close 

Maybe I’m afraid of letting go 

So before you say those words don’t forget to break my heart

What a shame it would be to waste such violent tension.