I wonder
maybe it was my fault
when your fingertips brushed
against my skin
when you softly
gently
press you lips against my neck
to confuse
your touch with
\'love\'
maybe it was my fault
for believing
your words
that were once
dripping with honey
now
cold, bitter ,
leaking with poison my
\'love\'
for believing your blue eyes
held the ocean
for me to swim
\'love\'
now
have frozen and
turned
to ice