When I met you I gave up my safety pushed away peace avoided common sense and ignored happiness When I met you I fraternized with danger consorted with violence embraced folly and accepted misery
I want to know if you still write about me if I'm still pressed between the pages of your journal if I'm still living in your stanzas all dressed in rhyme and covered in metaphors I want to know if you still deem me worthy
I want to take refuge in your smile to bury myself in your eyes to reside in your heart to drown in your laugh to hide in your arms to lose myself in your beauty and to clothe myself in your love
I always find myself humming a tune, and I can't for the life of me identify or recognize it or remember when it decided to reside in my senses and linger distantly in my memory.
I want to tell you about the demons that visit me at night about the fear that grips my heart that I've been granted second sight I want to show you how I try to shush irrational thoughts how I cover and hide my scars how I bathe in tears and distress every night I want to take you to where I suffer in the dark to where I drive myself mad to where my stars collide