You seem so sure.
Now I have to be the one to take charge
And ask:
How long has it been me?
When will I ever get to see your beautiful face in motion?
Where will be the landing spot for my delicate feet, where I first spot you?
And why....WHY?
Why am I
-humbled, annoying, and too quirky-
The one you choose?

I don't care what land we end up in.
Narnia, Middle Earth, purgatory....
It doesn't matter to me.
Just hold me.

"I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things...."
It's my fault that inwardly I'm a twisted maze of black thorns.
And does it scare you
That I like it that way?

I suppose we could become legend.
Or we could weave ourslves a knoll
In which to rest
And one day
Maybe one day
We could.....

What if I told you that silver tongues speak the same language
A twisting of deceit
And turning of adrenaline

What if I told you that my silver tongue
Is lying in wait
To meet yours?

Well, that makes sense.
Waiting can be hell but if there is a prize, I'm game.
Competition? Yes. I can sacrifice.
But when you go away, I'll be so sad.
But I'll wave and smile
As you go off
To fulfill your dreams
And that smile is on your face
Permanently

The after wash of that blush
Won't go away.....
Are you really smiling?
Wish God would bless me enough
To let me see...
And my blush would tinge me head to toe.

I don't know, what is it young people do in these situations?
I won't Romeo and Juliet my way through life, but God, I want to explore this.
Everything.
You.

Well then, if that's the case....

May I dare to ask
What it is
You'd like to do
With the situation?

I'll admit the feeling is a guilty pleasure
Guilty because I feel it still is slightly unreciprocated
Pleasurable because...you

Am I wrong to think this?
I think not

You didn't understand, did you?

My jaded lips cannot speak quicksilver like they used to.
Broken hearts are much better at writing.

I meant falling, falling,
Into the light that your eyes capture
When you read my raw emotions
Falling into an emotion I swear I thought had died in me
Falling for a figment that, for all I know, could vanish any moment.

Understand?

I can't believe it.
How could someone like you
Want to choose someone like me?!

What have I done
To corrupt your mind?
Poison. Enchantments?

Help me understand
What it is I've done to you
So that I can properly apologize
For compelling your so recently broken heart
To come and mesh with mine.

I've been broken so long
And it feels like you could fix me
I've wanted you since I met you
But why do I feel so guilty now.....