It took two score and bruising to fall into your trap.

Broken letters
I fail to put us back together.

If I turn out the light 
it's not because I want darkness.

I won't let you play me

If I turn out the light

I can't escape this feeling of over exposure

Any attempt at a cover-up is patchy at best.

I gave the moon 
a drink last night

In amongst the wreckage I found you

Did you curse me?

Do I sound less 
charitable than I ought?