The smell of you,
is like metal,
probably because you weld metal together,
as one would sew two fabrics together,
only your fabric is made of metal.
and ironically enough,
laying next to you,
the smell of you and all,
makes me wish,
to  be welded to your side,
but I am not made of metal,
and though you smell like it,
neither are you,
so I can only hope,
to keep lying like this,
for the longest while,

Most of the time you tend to leave me confused,
maybe because I know you're only here to use,
and I always end up alone,
and it hurts me down to my bones,

but still my heart seems to find someone to grab onto,
and this time its you,

I wish i could trust my heart,
but its really not all that smart,
and decisions are important when it comes to love,
its not something you can dispose of,

you have to care for it with your soul,
and its harder to do when you have no control,

Sometimes I hope that person will get here on their own,
but it seems as if they all are trapped inside stone,
and only I can find them and lead them to safety,
into fields full of daisies,

he doesn't need to be manly,
I just want to feel like I have a family,

so lost boy,
stop sending me these decoy's,
I want the right boy to find me,
so we can be happy,