love is all of you wrapped up into one,
each emotion dancing on the tongue.
Within each second the heart skips,
to the beat of the melody in the song.
Of wanting to feel alive in your arms,
with the smell of your skin's chemical.
Being released into the air of my pathway,
only wanting to be declared of its name.
Impure longing for the time of subliminal,
rotation of your lowest thresholds of sense,
lowering the beat of its direction to be missed.
Guiding me to the final destination of his love,
of wanting to be loved by someone who is not me.
Who wants to be wrapped up in his web of lies,
sometimes I wish it was me because of all the dreams.
He promised in the name of his love shouting with words,
that were only syllables rolling off my vibe to complete the chase.
After the chase was done with me, my love was no longer what he wanted to see.
Love was only going one way in this relationship, only bouncing off the one who did not want it.
Leaving it up to me to be the one to turn the other way, even though my walls scream his name.
The screams get louder with every memory I reminisce, only to be dismissed of the love.
I once offered to a man that was chasing after the chase, and not wanting to be placed in the race.