Your smile
when I smile at you.
Are those barred fangs,
or is that a smile for me?

The fire in your eyes,
is it meant to provide warmth
or will its searing blaze
consume me?

The morning sigh
when I kiss you
and say goodbye.
Is that relief I hear in your sigh?

Tell me;
are we a couple,
or just a couple of people?

Am I still the one you couldn’t live without
or the one you can barely live with?
Do you really love me-
or is that a triggered response?

I really wanna know.
I truly need to know,
the flowers you bring
the black you wear,
that this is you
being you,
and I.
A coffin not to bear.