ScreamFace

I cannot control the outbursts
Rubbing eyes with clenched fists
They are beautiful hands when they
Write or trace lines of his face
But they are hideous sienna gargoyles
Baring grit teeth otherwise

All we do now is argue about money
When was the last time you said
"The world is ours, let's fight this together"
It is not even that hard for we are young
But you wake me up urging me off
Scolding me
And when I say goodbye you pout your
Lips for a kiss. I want to kiss you but
I just traced the line of your cheeckbone
And left that pout by the closed door