My fear of hurt,
has been given to you.

My heart pounds,
when I see pictures of you.

I die,
when you're not here.

I hate to think,
of you any other way.

I'm cold,
when you're not holding me.

I'm throbbing,
when you gaze at me.

You stun me,
when you touch me.

And you **** me,
when you're in danger.

I would rather be,
whipped, struck, or beaten,
punched, slapped or bitten.

Because I know it wouldn't hurt,
half as much as leaving you,
the pain of London can't be repeated.

Sax,
   clarinet,
      grade 8,
scales,
   sight reading,
      frustrate.

Super rock,
   teaching,
      french cafe,
logic,
   preaching,
      don't go that way!

Camp,
   sociology,
      tech,
music,
   general,
       respect.

cleaning,
   brother,
      size,
love,
   loss,
      surprise.

feet,
   freedom,
      modelling,
workout,
   fear,
      not bothering.

Your wet lips next to dry grass,
your smooth body surrounded,
by mass drunken laughs.

Your hips pinned to a shed wall,
you danced with such passion,
you possessed me like a fool.

That fit beauty I was on,
please ask yourself,
where have those days gone?

All the time,
we are waiting,
the high light of our day,
just being in contact with each other,
it is time worth making.

We sit and wait,
for that message,
that text,
that call,
the obsession of the love in which we fall.

But what we really want,
is that hug,
that kiss,
that touch,
the things we crave so very much.

I said I'll love you always,
my opinion is gonna remain the same.
  
   So if I have to hide away,
Its not cos I don't love you,
It's because I'll die.
  
   If I'm helpless,
and I have to watch you,
obliviously stray.

Well you say you don't know,
how I can be this hot,
well I don't know,
how you know what you want.

But I get this weird feeling,
from what I heard and saw,
perhaps you're thinking the same way?

Have you been through this before?