The Morning After

Your eyes burn, and suddenly you're caught up in the realization that you aren't just tired from the cry last night; you might just cry again. Mistakes are for other people to make. Your mistakes are unforgivable, condemning, the worst. How dare you not know the right thing to say, make demands, expect more! You are a teacher and so you settle for your students, as they are not there to nuture you. The hard truth is that you need someone, and you don't have them.
So your eyes burn.

I get off on your lies.

Surprising, warming

driving me to distraction

I just want you inside.

Easing, owning

knowing my disguise

This suits me,

skinned in scars as we are

Pushing, rushing

                             

                                    Lifting

Touching 

Bye, gone.

I have a notebook wet with tears you don't owe me any apologies for.
Your debt is paid in the ease of my sleep tonight, in the rest of my mind and the reach of my dreams.
It's a secret we share,
And one I intend to keep.