CAN WE SLOW DOWN?

All these words are fire
to the kindle
between your ears’.

as we twist compassion
into crooked smiles
in the reflection
of shame and self judgment.

and daggers shoot from eyes
but can’t break
the spell we used to see.

It's not my fault.

But,
I wish I could be the one
to help you.

Then,
I could fall asleep
at a more reasonable hour.

Sometimes,
love tastes like salt.