riley

met you and your green knit hat
first pulled down and then pushed back
i ran my fingers through it,
but you hadn't wanted that.

kissed your wounded, sickly skin
the pale, soft sheet that held you in
i veiled my good intentions,
felt the scratches from your chin

a flawed attempt, fallacious break
i've twice made only one mistake
sleep flees the dishonest
when i'm lying, wide awake.