Can you be a cold blooded killer and not be a selfish lover?
Your eyes are like magnets when you're inside of me.
It makes it hard...
harder...
I try to pull back, to block the surreal
bruised knees a souvenir of the insanity.

How do you pace yourself,
when you are already running?

When you run out of breath,
the mirror unfogs.
You can see all the lines,
the creases,
the age.