The inconsistencies were nothing to her
The slips
The ice that was freezing her
Had started to melt
Into his eyes like summer
The beautiful thing is that it moves-
Rather, it's moving
Slowly at a pace compatible to
His breath as he is almost asleep
He rarely ever does, which adds to the beauty
She moves too fast
Frantically until she tires herself
And falls asleep on his shoulder on the way home--
Don't be silly:

I have always loved you,
Just not this dearly.

... muse
... ambitions
... reasons
... restraint
... happiness
... friends
...passion

On Monday I feel close to death.
Tuesday and Wednesday stay in bed.
Thursday I found out what you said
But it's Friday, I fell out of love.

I love you, but you do not love me.
It is torture
You say you love me, but you do not.
You only want me,
And you make it very obvious.
Telling me your wants and desires
To feel alive.
To feel wanted.
To feel love
I say I love you, but you do not believe me.
You don't believe anyone can love you.
But I do.
I love the way you look at me
When you think I don't see.
I love how you randomly just lay on me
And let me play with your hair.
I love the way you hold me
So lovingly
Without even realizing it.
You kiss me so intensely
I feel my blood trying to pass through my skin.
That may seem gross but it's what I feel.
I also feel other things.
For example,
Butterflies.
I didn't know I could feel them anymore.
I thought that he killed them.
Then you brought them back to life,
But they aren't just in my stomach anymore.
They fly through my entire body
Making my hands and knees shake
Every time you touch me-
Even though it's not often.
You take my breath away
Every time I see you.
My hope is to never breathe again.

Starving eyes,
Cold tongue and cheeks
Whisper very bad things.

Placid ears,
Sharp hands and feet
Creep up underneath.

Breath
Skin
Lips
Sin
Melt
Eyes
Touch
Lies
Heat
Stain
Bury
Pain
Guilt
Fa­me
Torture
Shame

I feel like the room is spinning.
There is so much pressure in my brain
And it needs to go away.
Let it drain out of my mouth as beautiful words
That are carried on zephyr.
The wind will carry the words to you.
I hope you are flattered
Because normally you flatter me, but I wanted to do something different today.
I wanted you to say that you loved me, 
But it is all still pressed inside my head.