I'm ready
I'm ready
     I thought
I'm ready
I'm ready
     Wait, I'm not.

It would be easy to give you all I have,
I know you'd give me what you could.
But there will always be something inside of you, that I never quite understood.
You can par with who you were
and I'll only see who you are.
I won't judge you for what you did
If you won't judge me for what I'll do.

She's been trying for days
backspace, erase; can't find any ways
Its the kisses he gave before their lips met
has her caught in a daze, thoughts stuck in a net
But who can expect
the other not to dissect the moments during, the minutes after,
the hours proceeding a kiss?
From prologue to epilogue is to reminisce of bliss.

"How long do you think it'll take us to admit this?"
She questioned herself silently
Head rising and falling with his chest.
"Probably forever"
He thought to himself while stroking her hair and shoulder.

If he dare assume once more that he knows how my mind works
I will hold him up by the neck
And if he dare pick up his pencil and try to map out my brain
I will break it and remind him he is nothing but a speck

You should leave, but I'll ask you to stay
and you will.

In jokes we take little too far
in games we shouldn't play
between glances that say too much
and hugs that last no time at all
in messages you send while you're still driving home from mine
in excuses just to make a memory that we will forget by thirty five
Its a game we play and we know how it ends but we keep drawing new cards because we want the other to win.