Stay Still

and the pile near my bed gets higher
and my burning hate has turned to fire
so i let the books douse my flames
and lose myself in all their names
the pen keeps screaming out to me
words of love and profanity
my dear friend is hurt, and i am too
but neither of us dares to make a move
these words have escaped me; i let them go
watched them vanish but i didn't slow
because i knew if i took pursuit
they would have led me straight to you