I've written his name on my *******,
because it can never escape my lips.

He's only for me,
My very own secret.

He could breathe for me,
Because he makes me forget how.
Pressing his mouth to mine and his palms to my bare chest.

I could let him break me,
Bend me into submission.

I want so badly to leave lipstick stains in forbidden places,
and the scent of my perfume on his skin.

Butterflies can't be suppressed,
nor can the effect he has over me.
Setting me on fire as I seal his name away,
the taste of our secret lingering always on my lips.

Long crossed paths that leave life in a tangled mess. Which road to pick will right my wrongs, I don't know I must confess.

I grow exhausted from my journey, and decided to seek refuge under this old oak tree. As I sat and ponder direction, it wrapped its branches around me.

Comfort came and tamed my rage, quieted the voices inside my head. When sleep overshadowed thought, it provided a humble bed.

As I woke the mighty oak whispered through the breeze. Letting me know I must go, and choose the path I please.

Reluctant I stand strong and make my way, looking back only to find. That my tree of comfort and refuge was gone, it was a figment of my mind.

He took something from me that I never wanted to give him.

Intimacy abandoned with secrets uncovered.
Burning new scars into my skin,
I'm left hurt and raw.

Tears fall without permission.
Flowing from me until I'm submerged enough to drown.
Oh please...just let me drown...

Tea leaves scattered in my cup cast the same pattern thrown along the floor.
The aroma of desperation so strong that he wears it like Cologne.

I won't let him kiss me anymore,
As I'm tired of the lies his lips tell and the metallic taste they suddenly hold.


Now I falter on broken wings.
He's a thief,
but I don't know how to stop my heart from loving him.

You ask his name,
because you can see it written on my lips.

His light fills cracks and corners,
Banishing darkness that lurks in between.

Whispers of hope for this to blossom with time.

He's every other heartbeat.

It's written on my lips.

But his name is mine to keep.

Don't worry,
You've never heard of him.

If I take each breathless verse he wrote and put it in my pocket,
Maybe then I can tuck it away,
and keep that part of him close to me.

If arms could wrap around me, blanketing me in warm comfort,
Maybe then I'd get swept away in his desire to have me.

If I could just peek within the corners of his mind,
Maybe then I wouldn't be so afraid to fall.

If I could get past the maybe that tends to linger on my lips,
Maybe then my heart will heal.

If fingertips could gently touch,
And lips could softly meet,
Maybe then stars would collide and I may not drown.

I now am yours,
I give myself to you completely.
You say the most wonderful things, Your gift of words overwhelms me, rendering me      b r e a t h l e s s.

Allow me to lose myself in you.
to get swept away in the intensity of your love.

Your laugh like bursts of golden sunlight warms my very essence.
        You come so easily to me.

You tore down my defenses as if effortless.
Leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Please don't break me.

I resist the impulse to run anywhere but into your arms.
I am yours so completely yours.

I could cry a river of "what if"
Or
If you prefer I could write a list of all my fears.

Or maybe if you get close enough,
I'll tell you why I hate mirrors.

Secrets stained red on lips that must only    part to    breathe.
Scarlet letter branded on her chest,
To love only means to deceive.

Let me tell you about whiskey, I hate it just as well.
I drowned in the bottom of a bottle once, after I saved myself from hell.

I tucked it away and pushed it aside, When I begged for help from the start. Crimson secrets burned on my lips, and now scars marked on my heart.