Like my blood, you're coursing through my veins.
With every beat, you move through my vitals,
Heart, brain, lungs, skin...
Each beat delivers more of my secrets to you.
My hopes, fears, proudest moments, all mingling in the conversation you have with my body.
I say it that way because I don't have a choice.
You've become part of me. Am I as much a part of you?
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Sitting by an open window
Mind drifting to darker things
Ten thousand questions pending
And not an answer rings
True
Been looking for you
Got something to prove
And nothing to do
About it.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
I know it's odd, the way your smell affects me.
I've been tackled by it in the subway, the elevator, on the street.
It stops me from moving, and for one or two delicious seconds, I feel you in my arms.
You skin pressed so hard against mine that we might just join. Permanently.
And then it's gone, and I spend the next ten minutes lost in myself, trying to find you.
Like the doorway to another world, it keeps moving, daring me to keep up.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC
Your skin so warm against mine,
Your smell lingering in my pores,
I can feel your heartbeat,
And I feel home.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Running to the sound of my beating heart,
My footfalls muffled by heavy breathing,
I taste your scent on the air.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
I am the rocky shoal, on which the storm breaks its waves,
I am the anvil, on which life takes its shape,
I am the general, preparing to invade,
I am the one who embraces his fate.
Ask not of me to sit idle and patient,
I don’t deal in time and common complacence,
I need the struggle to showcase my worth,
My shoulders are broad but my attitude terse.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monster,
I’m just forged to be something much harder,
I’ll open my heart and share my dark secrets,
But please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
A picture was promised,
Yet stands undelivered,
My heart isn't broken,
But my body's aquiver.
Please send something soon,
I look forward to see,
A picture of you,
Taken solely for me.
(Preferably naked)
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Is it the purpose of your love
To make me feel more,
Or less?
Sometimes the lines blur
And I can't tell the difference,
Not that it matters.
I'm okay being on my own
Emotionally and physically,
But am I?
Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you
When you're not with me,
Except when I sleep?
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
Striding through life
Yet tainted by sin
I collect the broken and give hope again.
Give me your heartbreak
Your personal cross
My shoulders are broad, yet surprisingly soft.
I'll give you me
A healer by nature
You're not a slave for life to indenture.
Past filled with strife
I painted my skin
Now let down your guard so I can get in.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
A break in time
Induces perspective
The necessary focal agent.
You toe the line
Taking no directive
Your state of mind is clearly nascent.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC