your lips

Your lips

They tell me the information I need and want to hear

Without even uttering a word

I get so lost in them I don’t even hear what you’re saying.

I guess I should have paid attention though because

Those two things that keep me connected to the real world and fantasy

Were spewing utter venom in the words said to me yet I did not hear them

Because

I was entranced by them

They were so magical so wonderful

I could not take my eyes off them.

Only when they turned and left did I snap out of it and hear the words

The words full of hate being thrown at me

By my two favorite things

The chemicals being spat in my face burned to the point where I could not see

Could not see who I was

What I had become

Who I was hurting

When the hazardous substances washed away I saw your lips

But not in the same way

Instead o being wonderful and magical

They were a reminder

That I need to stop and think

The one thing that almost broke my relationship with you

Is now the thing that keeps it alive

Your lips.