Skin Like Cracked Pavement

Trains coming Like a drunken girl pushing through the night. Smile, smile, smile. Stars and branches, bare feet and the cool dirt. I run, and rest. behind some old shed. It's coming. He finds me. It's here. It's loud like a lion in my head, and I know he's looking at me through the broken moonlight. And I know what he's thinking. We kiss, because I'm all he's ever wanted, we kiss and he doesnt know all im wanting is you. There, Feeling for you in the dark, I stood. I kissed. But you had already left. Long before when the lion's came and I held my own.
You were gone.

That was the last time I was comfortable kissing lips that don't belong to you. I don't think I will be again for a very long time. I hope that's ok.