If I get you out of my mind
I will not be able to get you out of my heart
Love is a game of trades,
although it seems you are the only dealer.
I want to inject you into my bloodstream and drip your euphoria
or burn with you in blankets of fire
Smoke me until I have been tasted with all the wasted lips of reckless youth.
Addiction is my drive and you are the cure
So save me and take me to meetings where I can talk with other sad people like me

she reminds me of sunsets
I'm sure that's a cliche from somewhere
but

I picture her on these nights when the air is warm and the breeze is cool
walking through a quaint little neighborhood
where couples retreat in their yellow houses
with white picket fences
and automatic sprinklers
and I smile

Now
i am walking with you
and we are holding hands like the elderly after sunday brunch
and we are laughing at flowers like children playing in autumn leaves
and we are in love like hopeful adolescents
but, you know what

it feels right

I am high off the possibility
that maybe
just maybe
you can be alongside
because now i fit criteria
and that excites me

If I could I would tell you all my secrets
about how I long to kiss the stars
Space is almost as infinite as love
eternity is a brave thing to breathe
There is no such thing as secrets
unless you can keep them from yourself
and oh how I long to kiss you

i built barricades to block my desire for your lips
because i thought it would be easier
to not be around you
than to be around you and face the truth that you are not
and never will be
with me
but the nights are cold
and your arms are warm
and i am not sure how much longer i can go
without seeing your smile

come close to me and feel my breath
against the ice of your heart
i will melt you
i will make you feel again

Life really *****.
This isn't a poem.
Just a reflection of the truth.
15 letters that scream.