A succulent fruit, I desire, yet strange, never wish to eat, my love, you've ever been, breathtakingly bewitching! How couldn't I wake up to this truth sooner, I wonder, being too aware, perhaps that this heart has no replacement.
Like a rock in a stream or a tree in a herd of antelope, I stood. Their noise surrounding me, beating me, hurting me But all I could do was stay. In my own little bubble you've made. So much effect you have on me; That I can find myself crying in a room of staring faces who wonder what on earth I could be.
Today I cried in front of a bunch of people. And they probably wondered if I was an alien.
frozen body parts give me away An inference to take in That I don't want to advance A touch that ends in stale mate
I have a lock on my book Makes it harder to read For others who don't know the password inside there is delicate and scandalous Information The book of a wise woman Who deserves to read this knowledge?
It feels like if we had *** then afterwards You would be more willing to open your heart Let vulnerability hang out Intermittently like a cough or sneeze An indication that something inside you Is moving Life bubbling to the surface And then I would know there is more to you Than the next distraction Alcohol, drugs, a passing conversation, loud music Holding me only for a little while Sums up your intimacy level By the second time you told me, "I like you because you're easy to talk to!" That's when I knew it was time to end this