If ever there was you and me,
I would treasure it always.

You are my sun, my moon, and stars.
I want to be the air you breathe,
the force that keeps you here.
I want to love you like neither of us were ever broken.

It would forever be us against the world.

I want to see your secret dreams;
your unadulterated thoughts.
I want to know you better
than the sun knows light.

I can't wait to meet your lips.
But I can't want this anymore.

I need you, now,
like a writer needs ink;
like a poet needs love.

I want to be whole again.
And I need you to be
the glue that keeps
me together.

And when that glue holds
and dries,
I know I will never feel this want;
this need, again.

Tell me foreign rhymes.
Tell me strange tales.

Write them on my heart with your gentle touch.
Write them on my skin with your pink lips.

Tell me of lands far away.
Tell me of lovers that went away.

Who will love me enough to never leave;
to adore me completely?

Who will be the one to sing my soul's songs
when I forget the melody and disregard the words?

Who will be the one to whom
my life I will wed?

Who will be the man who will look at me
like maybe I am the last shred of magic in the world?

You're riding in a car
with a strange boy.
His hands are on the wheel
while yours are shaking.

You're driving through time
with your heart right next to you.
His eyes are the bluest blue
and they mirror your thoughts.

You're sleeping with eyes wide-open;
your dreams become reality.
His hair halos in the sun; makes you wonder
what could possibly come from this.

I was driving in a car with a strange boy;
with my heart by my side;
in a sleepless dream;
wondering what could be,
but it was clear
that you were not made for me.

You took everything from me, Mr No Name.
You took everything from me, Mr I Take What I Want.
You took everything from me, Mr She Wanted It.
You took everything from me, Mr Her Cries Were Born From Pleasure.
You took everything from me, Mr Dark Burned Into My Mind.
You took everything from me, Mr Clothed and Untouched.
You drank all of my essence and now I am a tea-bag, drained.

it starts slowly.
drip. drip. drip.
cells stand in line.
drip. drip. drip.
thoughts pack their things.
drip. drip. drip.
air collects its children.
drip. drip. drip.

the opening in front them,
like a gaping wound,
beckons and gleams.

cells, thoughts, air
stumble against
the throngs of others.

it stops slowly.
drip. drip. drip.
cells leave their line.
drip. drip. drip.
thoughts lose their luggage.
drip. drip. drip.
air abandons its children.
drip. drip. drip.

Your little finger met mine
and I died a little at your touch.
Your ring finger twisted around mine
and I shut my eyes in pleading prayer.
Your ******* joined
and I held my breath until I saw stars.
Your index finger entangled my right hand in your left
and I let a tear slip from the corner of my eye.
Your thumb brushed the back of my hand
and I went - quietly and in my sleep.

Fingerprint upon fingerprint my sadness drifted into your grooves.

A gentle pull on my sleeve
and your arm enveloped my entirety.
A brief moment passed
and I slipped my hand on to your bare chest.
My pieces fell into place.

With the last piece comfortable,
the tears came rushing out.
This is where I belong.

That is where I am to be only once.