My bones,
They whisper.

Can you hear your name?

Making love to you was never about us lying naked in bed.
Making love to you was whenever our foreheads rested on each other
And our heads were gently tucked carefully on our necks.

She speaks like the rain,
And walks like thunder.

And here I am,
Picking up the broken pieces that he left.
But I'm not a janitor, baby.
Nor am I him.
I am an artist,
And I can create anything out of nothing.
You are the blank canvas
And I am the paint.

This is not the pinnacle of our existence.

Meeting you was just a stepping stone into another season of life.

Stay with me. . .  
Walk with me. . .
Run with me,
And we'll conquer this ******* world together.

Turn up the volume.
Drown out the thoughts.

**** playing games.
I need someone who's down for me
And only me.