You can stay
if you want to
(I'd very much like it if you would)
no one's asking you to leave
but if you do decide
that we are no long we
please do it with ease
for my heart has seen
pain and sorrow
far too many times
that it hurts so much
to invest what's left
of my bruised and battered
heart.

Love matters 'cause if
the world tried to live without
life would lack meaning.

She had this sense of fluency, that she moved through stages with ease. All that she did, it seemed easy. But in all honesty she struggled, just like every other ******* person on this Earth but she never let it get to her because she knew she'd crumble away. She feared losing herself to things like love and lust and fate. She saw how others drowned in feelings too strong to overcome. She shielded herself for many years, guarding her heart and hiding. Until she met this gentleman so calm, composed, residing. She, with hesitation, gave this one man a chance for she saw nothing but goodness inside the depths of his blue eyes. And so she did and regretted nothing and feared no longer of what the future had in store for she learned she had more control than any of the Gods combined to mark her own destiny one step at a time.

I can feel your delicate hands
slide up and down my spine
just the way I like.

You kiss my neck
and **** on my ear
waiting until I give in a little.

I pull at your hip
and grind while you moan
I'm just so **** happy that you're home.

You lay me on my back
and take off my shirt
and I finally see that smile and I no longer hurt.

Her voice is strained.
Her skin is fair.
Her ******* lay on the countertop.
I **** her until my thoughts stop.

She rejects the notion of love for all,
as she leans against my kitchen wall,
with a cigarette and an unbuttoned blouse-
she wants to be homeless in my house.

She keeps me in her necklace's locket,
and I keep her in the wallet in my pocket.
Her toes kiss the linoleum,
she walks like she's made of helium.

She mumbles that I taste like mint chocolate chip,
as she rubs against my hip.
Her breath smells like Malboro Lights,
and I hope she decides to stay the night.

Milky Ways and Vanilla Cakes,
she likes the way my body shakes,
as we lay and eat our troubles away.
Hurried words slow the day.

She asks me about my stretch marks and scars,
and if I've ever been hit by a car.
And I say no, but I've been hit by love before,
and it feels like getting your hand caught in a door.

Hurried smiles and bathroom stalls,
she likes the way my family never calls.
The words escape between her plump lips,
as my hand travels between her hips.

We move until we forget
that the world is moving faster.

The ones who say
they can live on their own
are liars.

Those who say
that love doesn't matter
are liars.

I say this with the intention
that one cannot live without
that one cannot find from anything else;

the conversation with others
or a simple graze of the hand
or a kiss every once in a while.

You'll always need someone
there for you, for any reason
even as miniscule as a "hello".

You make me insane
just by the sound of your voice
when you say my name.