You're Writing Again.

you
(high wind below my branches)
rattle green bones.
Your coming
causes trembling.
Some people are put together
well, while asleep.
I would be one of those people,
if I were a cat.

Breath shake update
receive pieces of you
(filtered
I-don't-know how many times).
Revealing weakness isn't bad
habits I pick up
vulnerability regardless,
before your stern steady stare,
you force me to feel,
if only your hand break my lip.
Bloody teeth know:
I still miss you (I can't tell you that).