Whispers are not my name and sidelong glances don't mean "I adore you"
Footfalls outside my door leave me gasping, wondering if this time the ticking of the clock is you knocking
Foolish is the lover but more so foolish still the dreamer
Because if I at least had your hands on my body I could feel something

I will drink the water colors dripping from your lips
And let the saturation flow across my tongue as I sigh and grin in bliss
Even though I know better I can't help but feel satisfaction at our touch
This throat of mine is yours to paint with the water from your brush
You need not take but just a minute to fill me with your color
And I shall stay down on my knees while we're drenched in one another
For it is not enough for just my eyes to witness you in full
But rather I must take the pigments onto me that from your mouth do fall

May your laughter forever set my heart ablaze

I hope that heaven strikes me dead before I get the chance to challenge
The concept of eternity since Death isn’t quite so valiant
I’ve tried to place myself in their arms but they still refuse to take me
So instead I’ll stay until the day that the world ends in entirety

It was with tired eyes I thought I knew myself finally as a person
When I was staring off into darkness with only my breathing for company did I think I was alive
The restless way I tossed and turned reminded me of all those nights I’ve spent alone
Only to realize that being alone doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped living

My mother would often tell me, “don’t let a moment ruin any more moments. That is time wasted you will never get back so why waste it.”
So with that and sidelined pride I learned apologies are more believable if you smile and that people are easily tricked by false confidence
Moments spent to buy moments better lived I suppose, maybe I was only chasing a concept
A metaphor mistakenly taken seriously but who will ever know for my moments won’t be divvied out to the explanation for more than these few breaths
So may similes often feel like physicalities and moments be no more than moments
Since why would you want to let the past hold onto the future for more than you allow ?

Well lookie that
If it isn’t my good ol’ pal
     Existential Crisis
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