Subtext

You are
(interesting enough that I
wish to ape your style)
enough.

You are
(sticking around to witness
the sound of my breathing)
alive.

We are
(a fucking nightmare
can't you see I'm falling)
content.

We are
(barely linked
though I'd die for you)
in love.

This is
(so difficult now
it doesn't move right)
my life.

This is
(a penance
a long-forgotten crime)
my choice.

Where is
(sweet salvation
running over skin)
your mind?

Where is
(not a prayer
not a heartbeat)
my voice?