Oi
Look
Listen
You

Forgive my tone, I'm not trying to smart, rude or clever.
Gender shouldn't not be tender. Hopefully sooner or later it'll become like: Meh..Yeah whatever."

Two shots fired. Pop, pop Everything slows.
I can feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body, everywhere, right down to my toes.

Tell me, have you seen a bullet penetrate the skin? Rip through flesh?
I hope for your sake that your answer is no. One push and one release. Crimson liquid. Flowing fast So bright, so fresh.

Smell the iron. Its scent: rich and thick.
How would I describe it consistency? Slick.

Yourdestiny. Choose it.
Your** voice. Use it.
Your mind. Feel free to lose it.

Floating, my lens is set to soft-focus. Just a sense, an outline.
Held so close. But from the grounders, safely, I am out of reach.
To finally be able to feel secure is sublime.



My freedom, they shall no longer impeach .
Intentions pure .
Settled, I am finally at peace. Lightness I now know.
I have risen and found my cure

Night, darkness is here.
The sky is calm and clear.

This is when thoughts drift up to the place where earlier, one might have seen cloud.

It is when many connect with our Father, voicing their love aloud.

Often it's a fine line. Elements of the two will overlap and intertwine.

Lust coupled with a prominent *******.

Longing, faith and need, founded upon an unexplainably true connection.

Tear me down.
Push me low and watch me drown.  

Amusement as you watch me struggle and gasp.
Your enjoyment is on full display, topped off with your evil rasp.

Once all is done and your ownership is re-certified. You kiss me softly, your gestures now tender.
Each time I'm still terrified but, hearing those two words is reason enough to surrender.

This one's for she who wears the glow in the dark specs.
The one nobody disrespects!

The one who always has the biggest smile on her face.
The one who constantly conducts herself with impeccable grace.

The one who isn't a afraid  to be different, to stand out and defy the norms.
The one who's light still shines, so bright, even after weathering the harshest of storms.

The one who sees nothing but goodness inside.
The one who makes me feel as if I I am airborne, I can simply spread my wings out and glide.
I have been afforded the greatest honour by her, she considers me her sibling, that alone gives me the biggest sense of pride.

Some say: "Money buys you happiness."
I will not argue, that could be true.
But couldn't the same be said about love too?

Being away.
It matters not the specific amount of time.
Constantly I wish that you could just always stay. 
Previously feelings of distress and desperation; the rhyme.

HaHa, I am actually surprised that I have not made a shrine.
Although maybe I should have, to help stabilize my emotions; keep them level; in line.

I'm busy tidying my friends' house.
As quiet as a mouse.

The doorbell rings.
The short tune, it sings.

I quickly glide across the freshly cleaned floor.
Drawing back the door.

"Hey!"
"You?...I?....Here?.....AH!......NOWAY! NOWAY! NOWA­Y!"
Despite my best efforts to self-compose.
I cannot keep the repeating chant at bay.
And judging by the look on your face, it shows.

"HaHa. So Spider Monkey, can I come in or should I just stand out here and let my body decay?"
I pull you over the threshold without delay.
"Whoa! So, I'm guessing that you missed me? Is that safe to say?"
"Hmm?...Let me think...Only more and more with each passing day!!"

Will my misery entertain?
Will he salivate at the prospects and their resulting effects?
Joy, he wouldn't contain.

"Oh girl, the things I could do." He did almost coo.
"I want you to remember this encounter long after I'm through."

"With fire, you chose to play. Such a childish fool, one only gets burnt that way."

Why does my creativity choose to bloom?
Why does it grow as I contemplate delving into the darkness, pitching my tent in the blackness, amongst all of the doom and gloom?
Will my soul be efficiently sort out and collected for The Man In Red to consume?

She will astound.
She will amaze.
Her thought process is more often than not unique and profound.
We have been in near-constant contact for hundreds of days.

One email; complementing an author for writing a truly wonderful work of fiction.
Has become so much more. I certainly didn’t foresee. I doubt anyone could have, well not without assistance, perhaps a psychic prediction.

I find it immensely difficult to verbalize, even now.  
And I feel that I must...Just….Hmmm…How?

We have talked for hours on end, about any and all things.
Who knew?
But what I write is true.
An unbreakable bond we have. With the clicking of a Send button, that is how I say it begins.

Her voice at times, is the only thing that allows me to regain or maintain my focus.
No amount of medication, therapy or any other kumbaya related hokus pokus.

She is always reminding me that I have, and can find inner strength and powers.
Countless times, she has been the reason for me not to yield.
She has saved me in my darkest of hours.
She is my shield.

I go back and forth.
My world's always turning, tilting. Its poles constantly changing positions South becomes North.

I never honestly know.
What to look for or where to go.
I wish for a sign to show.
They've said: "Find your path."
Well, I'm trying to but I'm sure that whichever one I choose to follow, I will encounter someones' wrath.

We can never completely wipe the slate. There will always be things that are left to fester and stagnate.

All we can do is turn to the next page while waiting for our memories to degrade as we inevitably progress further into old age.

Pop a vein. Let it spill
. Just breathe....Slash!
 Angels and demons, battle and clash.
It's just a matter of time until....

All I want is to sit in a dark corner and cry.
But I have no tears my ducts have run dry.

I've had this feeling for months and months. I can't lose him, my devil still hunts.
Voices in my head trying to put me under his spell. I know one thing, I do not want to carry out their instruction, and perform there near-death stunts.

But you see, my resolve is week so it begins, through flesh I will saw.
With this there is no big mystery, there is only one conclusion one must draw....

This girl simply wishes to hurt no more.
"Please don't revive me!" She would implore.
From her final resting place; the bathroom floor

Looking for another girl to be underneath.
A frenzy of tongues and teeth.
Because I've no more self respect left to lose.
So? Care to accompany me on my **** cruise?

Wishing for a safety net.
So many scary memories she hopes she'll forget.
________

Daddy's always working - never around.
When mommy's here: Shh! She dare not make an unpermitted sound.

All too often she wakes with a start.
BANG! "AH!" Like a defibrillator shocking her heart.

Bedroom door rebounds off the wall.
Under the covers she tries to crawl.

I mustn't move. Have to keep still.
Please leave. Please leave. She prays that she will.

"Where's Mommys' girl? Hmm? My little star?"
The sheets are slowly withdrawn.
"There you are!"
That tone of voice makes her wish that she was never born.

Deeply, I tremble.
Courage, I must try to assemble.

Limbs shake.
My stomach does so quake.
Calming breaths, I attempt to take.

I scold myself, thinking: Come on girl, get a ******* grip!
Feeling yet another crack of the whip…..
Hold it in! I beg to myself, biting my lip.
But from my eye one tear manages to slip.

Block out all of the light.
Holding on so tight.
I try to **** every instinct especially the one calling for me to fight.  

THWACK!
A gut-wrenching scream I cannot hold back…
The edges of my vison are now framed in black…

Not long now, I’ll be away from this
My last thought as I slowly sink into the abyss.

I know not.
Reasons why, long since forgot.
Let myself fester: rot.

Self-medicate.
I am full to the brim.
Hate.
When shall I draw my last breath? That's the debate.
My chances of receiving an answer? Very slim.

Too cowardly to end it at a time of my own choosing; on a whim.

Hope.
We all need this. For many it seems to be the only way that they can cope.

It pushes us through the dark, helps us to see the light.
It coddles us when we are scared at night.
It is the beacon that we are always aiming for, big and bright. 

Sometimes you may feel that it is shrinking, this is only a natural way of thinking.
But the thing you must try to keep in mind is that so is a renewable source.
An unstoppable force.

It will continually regrow.
You may ask me how but my answer is always simple: "I do not know."

It's just a feeling.
That aids human healing.
It is the medicine that I find most appealing.

Muted.
Tongue tied.
That was a clear fact, couldn't be disputed.
To make her voice heard. Countless times she'd tried.
So from now on, a new tactic she has applied.
Head hung low, as she walks in silent stride.
Emotional shutdown: access denied.

Don't
Overthink
Uniqueness,
Be
True.

After spending a few hours trying to fulfil a mountainous list of chores.
I finally arrive back at the apartment block, stepping into the elevator, only just beating the partially closed doors.
I emerge moments later, having travelled past all the other floors.

I enter our abode.
Something is different, what exactly I know not so I instinctively switch into my detective mode.

I am searching through everything slowly, carefully and systematically.
Then my head turns automatically.

That sound??? I think to myself. For a millisecond I am stood still, bolt straight.
Trying to adjust to my now hammering heart rate.

My feet start to move, quickening with every pace.
The look on my face.....
Shock. It's phase and or status: undeniable.
So much so that my balance is now very unreliable.

I have found the sounds source.
It emanates from you. *You-I mean OH!-you're p-pleasuring yourself whilst sitting naked upon a rocking horse.

Hush don't wake her, leave her in the quiet.
Hush don't wake her, it's the nightmares. Let her battle the internal riot.

Hush don't wake her, there is no longer any need.
Hush don't wake her, now she must take the lead.
Hush don't wake her, yes we have shown her this ledge.
Hush don't wake her, but, you see, she must be the one to walk over the edge.

Deception mistaken for protection.
 Oh so naive.
Unwittingly taking fiction as gospel, wholeheartedly, they believe.
The art of lying, simply unable to conceive.

In these formative years, all the elders did was sugarcoat.
 Upon uncovering the truth.
They realize all that they've been fed is poison, slowly, it has been secreted.
 Down their throat.
 Cruelly cheated.
The innocence of youth.

Gal?
Pal?
Wait, what now?
How?

Bound to get some questions from this, some hate; a backlash. The funny side of this is my middle name can basically be a backslash.

Some will say I don't have to mention.
Others will say I'm doing it for attention.

I'm doing it because I don't know.
I'm putting my confusion fully on show.
Whoohoo! Yippie! Let's go!

I don't have to be shy.
So what? Sometimes, I feel pretty much, like a guy
Perhaps, the majority will stigmatise.
For you see, my gender does not fit into a pretty little box, at least not in society’s eyes

Who am I? Who am I?
A question I always find myself asking and yet I have no idea why.
Almost as if I expect the answer to fall right out of the sky.

But seriously, do you know who I am?
I pretend that I don't give a ****.
When really it's an act; a sham.

Feeling like you do not fit.
Honestly it feels like pure ****.

I don't fit into society's giant puzzle.
If my opinion is outside the majority, well let me put it this way, if I were a dog they would force upon me a muzzle.

Freedom of expression.
Really? I think they mean repression.

Do this! Do that!
She's too thin! He's too fat!
He must go here! Now put her there!

All we seem to receive are your endless commands.
Expected to follow at clicking of your fingers or the clapping of your hands.
Did you ever stop to think that maybe we have other plans?

Have you turned me into some kind of drone?
Is my mind no longer my own?
Are my individual and unique thoughts not allowed to be known?
Somehow this hierarchy needs to be overthrown. 
We need to let our shining personalities be shown.

Celebrate Individualism!
Let us express, share and have optimism!
And even scepticism!

Being ourselves is a basic human right!
Thank you and good night!

Please just listen and listen close.
All I am asking for is just one single, extra dose.

Please for the love of God, just give it to me, I don't care how.
I need it now!

See, you are the only ones that hold the key.
You are the only ones that can relieve the relentless pain inside of me.
All you need to do is stick me with a fully loaded needle or hook me up to an IV.
Should I lower myself to my knees maybe?

*******! You have all the appropriate tools!
Do not even try to come up with some stupid excuse like; "Oh I am sorry miss, I can't, that would be against program rules."

It is too much to bare.
This just plain isn't fair.

Please! Someone help me to survive this war!
I cannot fight it alone anymore.

The darkness is calling, calling, calling.
As I am slowly falling, falling, falling.

Sitting here, pen in hand.
Waiting for my next idea to land.

Pictures and moments flying around my mind.
And now their true emphasis has weakened; split, only leaving shards and fragments behind.

Then crash, an idea hits.
For a while, it simmers, it sits.

All of a sudden, my thoughts take a turn.
All new routes, I try to learn.
I endeavour to permanently mark or burn.
Everything that enters, I wish to keep; I yearn.

And yet. 
Sadly, it is almost inevitable or unavoidable that the human mind will deteriorate.
Forget.
While the other faculties may, at present remain unaffected the loss of this once automatic function is bound to frustrate.
Day-to-day life, it does now only serve to complicate.
To infuriate.

Every day a heavy sigh.
I do so deeply cry.
"Why?! Oh why?!"
So cruel of fate to deny.
It no longer seems to matter how hard I try.

Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.

Gently coaxing her. "Come now, no one has to know, just give in dear."


Blues and reds spinning. Sirens scream.

 So much better and yet so much worse.



Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.

I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.


They're all deaf! Please God, open just one ear.

My blood is now running cold, like a newly thawed river.
Down my spine a huge shiver.

This whole situation is is beyond strange.
How can someone suddenly have such a drastic personality change.

Something like this cannot just happen over night.
So when? I ask myself. Over the years we have barely been out of each others sight.. How could I have not noticed? Were the alterations simply that slight?

A body looms above.
The one formally known as my first love.

Her breath hitting the shell of my ear.
She speak fast, lips near.

Her words, for whatever reason I cannot figure.
A targeted touch sets off a trigger.
Her face lights up and she does not even attempt to conceal a snigger.

Held here against my will.
Just so she can live out some kind of twisted thrill.
A waterfall of tears begins to spill.
The glint in her eye makes me feel awfully ill.

Has the girl I once knew gone? Leaving behind memories as faint as a ghost?
Is the devil now using her as a host?

Love knows no gender.
If Cupids' arrow does strike you will no choice but to surrender.

Love knows no race.
It pays no heed to the color of your face.

Love knows no bounds.
It can often engulf the people that it surrounds.

We have all, that some point opened our hearts.
We are all at risk of being hit by one the angel-winged baby's darts.
That is how some pairs will tell people that this is how a loving relationship starts.

Some believe they are sure to find.
Other, feel they have been regularly denied.

The feelings that love brings are intense.
For which many hold up little or no defence.

Love does not see imperfections.
It just strives to reach one goal; to seek a mate for one's soul.
Forming pure, honest, and unbreakable connections.

Love, at times can be hard for some to define or express.
True? Hundreds will say: "Yes."
Why not just simplify. With the definition below you could have a lot of success.

Love is??????????
..................Love!!! <3

Feelings: I have none.
A thought; only one.
If only I had a gun.

Black
Little
Anomalies
Now
Known

People seem to think that I am attached to a bungee jumping cord.
And for those of you who wish to, you can put this on record.

They say: "She's strong, she'll bounce back."
But I would disagree.
My 'cord' must be losing its elasticity.
I've lost all of my momentum. The rope has gone completely slack.

So, here I dangle.
Life doesn't look great from this angle.

Don't let silence be your foe.
Let it in, think, ponder. allow your imagination to wander because you never know

Heartbeat and breathing erratic.

Mindset; frazzled, like static.



There is never a rhyme or reason. 
My life is just an ever-changing season.


Looping yet broken. Like a record that is scratched.
In my head, the devils plan, will it be hatched?

Or will I be intercepted beforehand. My only warning sign could be the lights and/or sirens, when the men in white coats are dispatched

Her voice is soft: "Sweetheart, come.
You look like you're in need of some company."
She takes my hand, stroking it gently with her thumb.

Slow steps, I walk in a disjointed pattern. Two, two, one, three.
She does not hurry me.
Around my waist snakes an arm.
With my sharp intake of breath, a note of alarm.
"Aww petal, it's okay. I mean you no harm."

"You're alright now, your fight is over."
She says taking my bloodied revolver.
Exchanging it for a torn and red stained four leaf clover.

I am struck your powerful gaze.
It is alight; a roaring blaze.

Passion, hunger, and want these are the reasons behind the flame.
You swoop me up into your arms so quickly that I am unable to calm my still shaking frame.
For these tremors you are the cause.
But who I am to place blame?
I am instead silently, in my head, giving you a furious round of applause.
Everything is moving so fast.
But I know, deep within my chaotically beating heart, the impact of this moment will forever last.

Hot open mouthed kisses, you place down my neck, in a sloppy trail.
At a painstaking slow pace. One that I can only liken to a snail. 

My skin is on fire. 
But this is much more than pure desire. 
Or lust.
The driving force behind this is the element of trust.
Some may believe me, others may not but I believe that the key component of our relationship will never rust.

"I am yours and you are mine."
With that statement continually being reinforced, all clothing has been removed allowing us to now gently recline.....
Simply divine.
The dance that allows feelings to collide as limbs intertwine.

Behind my eyes, I can picture shooting stars.
"Come on baby, sing me a few bars?"

I try my best to honour your request.

But all that I can muster is a powerful but equally as pleasurable scream......
I snap open my eyes. Just a dream?
At first thought it did seem so.
Then I feel you beside me, closely you lean, "Hello."
You ever so quietly greet.
Your hand moves slowly lower to where I am radiating quite a lot of heat.
Your technique is haphazard and frantic, anything but discreet.

You pick up speed.
Making me whimper with need.

The pressure rises within my blood.
My pleasure reaches its peak, triggering a flood.
While I'm still coming down from my high.
You run a finger along the inside of my right thigh.
I buck my hips.
As your lubricated finger ends up being housed betwen your lips.
"Mmm........Finger licking good." You whisper while at the same time tweaking my overly stimulated bud.
I shudder as you start to once again, make my heart thud.
You are my Love Stud.

You think that I am a attention seeker.
The reality is far, far bleaker.
You don't believe.
You think it untrue.
The horror you cannot conceive.
Well congratulations, lucky you.

He asks me: "Hey kid, you alright?"
But I don't reply, wishing to be hypnotised by the firelight.

I crave the heat.
Nothing can ever compete.
He moves over to me and takes the empty seat.

"Shouldn't you be tucked up in bed? It's late."
The answer I do not need to contemplate.
"No."
My voice is firm, irritated and low.
"It can be dangerous out here at night y'know?"

"No ****." I spit.
I turn away slightly, running a hand through my hair.
"What's that you got there?"
He questions, probably referring to the scar on my wrist.
"Why do you care?" I retort, steadily getting more and more ******.

"Okay..So I'm guessing that you're not the sharing type?"
"Nah, I don't believe the hype."
He laughs and grins at me.
"Where is she?"
"What? Who?"
"The other one that always runs with you."

"She's de-...She's not here." I say thickly, trying to focus solely on the flame.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear. That's such a shame...Went by  Zoe, am I right?"
I am lost for words. How the **** does this man know my sisters' name?!
"Normally, I could see you two passing by, almost every night."
"Ha!" I scoff. "Stalker."
"Oh, okay I get ya. So that would make you 'The Midnight Walker'?"

I try-and fail-to hide my growing smile. "Well, who knew my newly acquired creep could be funny."
"Oh I'll have you know I'm just full of jokes honey."

I rise to my feet.
And that is when, for the first time, our eyes fully meet.
That's when he says: "I'll pray for you...and her."
My words stick a little: "Th-thank you sir."

I take three steps. "Kid? We're all safe in the hands of God..."
All I can do is nod.

She

Loves

Us,

Together

My chest seems to have gotten a lot tighter.
How could I have not noticed your side of the bed getting lighter.

Panic floods my body, instantly.
This reaction is unfortunately instinctive for me.

I turn suddenly, my eyes then lock onto your frame.
Yes, it is indeed you. But your outward appearance is not the same.

You are bathed from head to toe.
In The Moons' shimmering, blue glow.
You must've just exited our en suite. 
You're smiling at me now, moving slow.
I hear the faint sound of pearling skin - the movement of feet.

Soon, I am once again, encased tightly within your arms.
And my internal sea of fear rapidly calms. 

"Hey Monkey, no worries. Back to sleep. Count me some sheep."
Slowly but surely my begin to close.
According to my love, I made; "Not a peep."
Well, that's until morn when The Sun rose.

You hurt her? Well then you have also hurt me.
Were you even aware of the damage that you caused? Its extent? Its degree?

You were supposed to love her! Caress her with your every touch!
But in fact your actions differed, very much!

I do not know you personally and you know what?! I do not wish to either.
I see you as nothing more than a sorry excuse for a human being, you pathetic mouth breather.

Does she forgive?
It would not surprise me if the answer to this question is yes.
But with the horrific memories she has to live.
Do negative feelings directed towards herself still lie within? To this day are you prolonging her sense of distress?
You can only surmise and guess.

Lucky for you, she does not seem to be the type to hold a grudge.
Maybe she would prefer to just let God be the one who must judge.

You get up, heading to leave. 
Then you feel that familiar tug upon your sleeve.

At this all your actions halt with ease. 
You freeze.

“Please......?”

One word and you retreat. 
Slowly reversing the direction of your feet.

At once you turn on the spot. Oh God!....Mmm…Yeah..Hot!
Surely with this intense connection our love is true, is it not?
Your body comes back to rest just beside me on your cot. 

A playful smile resides upon your lips.
Which means that my heart skips.

Inch by inch you close gap. Eventually you’re hovering just above me.
Your eyes are systematically changing their hue, turning as blue as the deep sea.

I can feel the coolness of the air.
My hand reaches up, nesting in your hair.

The back of your neck, my fingers lightly grazing.
She is amazing!

Our foreheads meet. 

Thump, thump, leap. 
My heart, basically on repeat.

A heated kiss.
A whimper, a passion filled hiss.

The back of your hand finds my cheek.
My smile is nervous and weak.

From you a soft chuckle.
My insides melt and buckle.

“Are you ever not this dreamy?” You ask then you lick my ear lobe.
Now you begin to disrobe.
 
Shifting your position, you're siting astride my middle.
With the hem of your sleeping shirt you do fiddle.

It's then flung over the top of your head.
Drifting far from our place on the bed.

But I don't care.
I just stare.

My view is the best. 
Your beautiful. Gorgeous. Bare chest.
You take one of your hands and touch your left breast.

With your fingertips you tease the already hardening ******.
And thousands of goose pimples erupt over my entire body, in the form of a giant ripple.

The sounds that you are making.
Are beyond breathtaking.
This moment, for me; ground-breaking.

The next few minutes are all a blur.
All remaining threads have been discarded. We are now both completely unguarded.
The next thing I hear from you is an animalistic type purr.
For a split second I wonder .....When did this change occur?

Our bodies begin working together - In sync.
Between us lives a non-perishable link.

As we find our perfect pace.
It seems that our fingers have subconsciously been able to interlace. 

In our state of perpetual motion.
This is when I am truly hit by the intensity of your love and devotion.
Incapsulated deep within this physical act lies layer after layer of previously inexpressible emotion.

I've never felt this way before.
You're the one I will always adore.
Without question and forevermore.
You pepper ultra soft kisses everywhere, your intention is to explore. 

Our hands detach.
One of yours intent on reaching my increasingly sodden lower wet patch.

"Well someone seems ready." You say with a light smirk.
To which my hips reply with a rather large ****.
"Oh no ah-ah-ah Monkey, keep those steady I hardly think now is the time to practice your twerk."

"Babe?....." You call to gain my attention.
My head turns at the mention.
It's at this time that you search my face for any signs of apprehension.
".....All you have to do is let me know, okay?"
I can only nod right now. Not knowing what to say.
Another kiss is planted. As a loose hair strand is gently brushed away.

My sensitive bundle of nerves are met with your flicking thumb.
All I can do is release a continual and deep pleasure-filled hum.
No more feeling ******* numb!!!

"Baby G?....." 
Comes your plea.
"....Talk to me?"

"I..Er..Uh..Mmmm...M-more?" I ask with a clenched jaw.
"Okay honey. Only if you're sure."

"****." I whisper as you run a finger along the length of my suitably moistened slit.
Never lessening your relentless assault on my ****.

Before you enter two slender digits. You further part my legs.
My response; desperate and almost painful high-pitched begs.

You marvel at the view within your eye line.
"Mine." That is what you decree.
And with that statement I wholeheartedly agree.

A series of purposeful stokes.
And you have me praying for the love of God that this isn't some beautiful dreamlike hoax.

All of a sudden a mind-blowingly powerful ******.
Arching my back, I release a throaty moan. My horse voice full of lust.

My toes curl.
My head is caught in a swirl.
"*** for me baby girl."

And as if on que.....
"That's it darling, I got you." You coo.
"I-I- lov-"
"Aww shh sweetheart I already know you do...Guess what I love you too, honest and true."

So yeah uhm hi.
I don’t know why I suddenly feel this shy….
‘Kay lemme give this a try.
 
Usually my words come easily to me.
Quick, fast and free.
But today they have chosen to disperse.
And their timing couldn't have been worse.
 
How can I begin?
With your little cute baby-like chin?
Or your sinfully hot **** voice?
Miss Callaghan, you are presenting me with a very difficult choice.
 
When your blue eyes meet my green……
Well heck I think that they are the most beautiful pair I have ever seen.
 
Every time that you speak.
I just wanna giggle and squeak.
Just one magical look in my direction and my knees go weak.
 
When I’m tearful you instantly wrap me up in your insanely strong arms.
And every so softly start stroking slow soothing circles on my back with your palms.

Your heartbeat.
I could listen to on repeat.
Come rain, shine or sleet.

You’re here? You’re here? Please, I need you near.

Between us distance should not exist.
That would be way too much of a risk.
Your hands travel the circumference of my face.
As you endeavour to memorize every last trace.

Your left index finger.
It stops to linger.
It’s destination?....
My bottom lip.
While your right hand gently ends its trip.
Finding its place, tenderly resting on my hip.

You slowly move your face closer to mine.
It takes all of my strength not to release what I feel can only be described as a pleading whine.

As our lips finally meet.
It is slow. It is delicate. It is sweet.
With this one kiss, I've been completely swept off of my feet.

As the connection is broken.
It feels like an eternity before any words are spoken.
Well there were no words per say. Just quiet mumbles of laughter.
And the wide smiles spread across our faces soon after.
Then I feel myself being pulled into a huge hug.
I bet that there are very few people that know that you can be a complete soft lug.

Every tiny little interaction.
Only assists in strengthening my seemingly ever-growing attraction.

You are my day, you are my night.
Everything with you just feels one hundred per cent right.

Now that I think my feelings towards you have been made clear.
The question ask you here, I ask without fear.

With these last thee lines, my poem reaches it's end.
Lindsay Rebecca Callaghan will you please do me the greatest honour of becoming my girlfriend??

They can be found. They can be lost.
They can be warm and tender. They can be icy, like frost.

So beware. Handle with care.
You can never take them back once they're out there.

Frostbite you must face.
The icy cold you'll just have to embrace.

The truth hurts honey, It's cold and hard.
But you made your decision, you played your last card.
You can't just start crying now that your heart is scarred.

You're not the only one, **** it up and grow yourself a backbone.
You must now start paying for your past, for your sins you must atone.

I have very little desire to live.
I cannot sustain my grip.
It seems that my life is slipping away from me. As easily as water pouring through a sieve.
Drip, drip, drip.

Sip after sip, they all take their drink.
Does it quench their thirst?
Seeing me at my worst?
Watching my self-esteem shrink?