The cold wind clashes against my face
and I am lost in the zephyr.
There is nothing but space between you and
Even though I prefer we make the bed together.
There’s not much I can say to change your mind,
you’re set in stone
inside these bones
you don’t know.
The night is wrapped around my hands and mouth
I’m bound beneath this heavy doubt.
Can’t you just trust that I know how?
if you play fair.