When you were gone
I slept on your side of the bed

Now that it's over
I'll have to wash the sheets

You say I'm not in control of my emotions
I told you I feel everything all the time
Scale from 1-10 I'm an 8 minimum
You won't stop talking.
Tell me how well you control yours
Only because you can flip them on or off

Personally that sounds weak to me
That's not control of them
That's ignoring them
Real control is feeling them and not losing my mind, well anymore than I already have.
Real control isn't flipping them off
I'm not just in control but I have maid friends with them.

I can remember the way touch feels
I can feel you tracing my spine
I can feel the hot water from a shower

The sweet kiss of a lover on my breast
Fingertips skating down my body.

That song connected me to that night
Scolding hot water
The burning caress of burbon over my cuts
Tile so cold growing into my flesh
the pulsating water from that song

Now summer in a new place
Rocking myself into a lull
For real this time
That song cam on
Eyes closed unable to open as if cement was poured between the lids

For reals it brought me back
I felt the water
I felt the tile
I felt the steak knif
all over my arms

Every new tune I played with the strings I made from my own pelt
I felt every taste of steel
Burbon running from chin to chest splashing on my new soon to be scars

Cracking my eyes open
Small smirk on my face
Sick twist
I love every second of that memory.

You're like a wound I won't let heal
I'll pick at it till I start bleed again
Scrape around the inside
My voice will echo in the cave I have created with my own finger nails
Screaming with both delight and anguish
Root around in it more
skin crawled over the hole i have created
Let me make sure this **** stay fresh

I can't get your face out of my head
Or your hands off my body
Lips tracing one another
Softly pushing against my neck

Sun warming my face
Soft kisses from shoulder to back
Orange hair glowing in the light
Waking up with you felt right

Eyes the color of grass
Hair like fire
She was perfection lying next to me
melting me slow
Wax dripping down a the candle stick
One sweet kissed night
We burning as one
Bright and hot
Air feeding one another

Warm embers woke with the sun rise
Wrapped into  one
Our fire still burns
Just from two cities now.

It's never been so hard to walk
Like stepping thru concrete
Soles of my shoes melting into the tar
Pads of my feet growing roots
deeper with every step
I didn't want to leave any of you this time
Ripped from the desert
Now in the air
My roots grow deep