legs tangled

intertwined into one incoherent mass

of two people so hopelessly braided together

no force on earth could possibly separate them

the weight of a crime blanketed both of us

trapped between layers of sheets and discarded clothes

as the smell of smoke wafted in the air before us

with the flame from my candle finally being put out

but the burning continued in my chest

scorching every time i turned to look at your face centimeters from mine

large and radiant eyes searching my heavily-lidded dark ones

for some scrap of evidence that i was yours

how long will it take until the searching is done and you decide

that i'm not this interesting quirky sitcom character you have dreamt me up to be

that you can't fulfill your need to fix others with someone who refuses to be mended

that my deep-seated issues with commitment and love aren't endearing and romantic at all

that i am a mess you don't have time to fix

that this was a mistake?