The snake bites on your lip,
Didn't seem to poison you
but me instead.

I thought I could lay with you,
and feel nothing.
Then I felt your hands on my bare skin.
Then you put your arm around me
while two friends looked on.

I started to listen to your dreams,
ideas,
laugh...

I began to trust that it would still be around,
but I fell without you catching me.

That's when I realized the poison had seeped in.
Your bite marks left something to run through my veins.
Little did I know it would be the death of me
when it felt as smooth as red wine.

It's the middle of the night,
and I forget who I am.
Laying next to you,
you beautiful creature.

The bed we share an enchanted forest,
you the most brilliant of all those inhabiting it.

So I push my little nose up against your arm.
I push my little nose there against your perfection.
There I find a gentle reminder that I'm beautiful too.

You, this love, have allowed me into your forest.
Which must mean, I'm pretty magical too.

Sometimes I feel so lonely,
I just sink into the bed and bring the covers around,
fabricated an embrace.

It only hurt when it was her.
I've seen you kiss a million girls.
You've seen me kiss a million girls.
But with her...
My heart cracked a bit.

I'm not a guitar player,
I don't have long hair,
I'm not a singer,
I don't have roots,
I'm not her.

She reminds me what I'm not,
what I don't have.

You're supposed to remind me what I am,
what I do have.

...

"She's gorgeous but you're pretty too"

I swear I could love you,
if you gave me reasons to think
it wouldn't all be for nothing.

All the times I try to write about you,
the only thing I can think of is your golden curls,
and how they can't be put into words.
Oh, and how they smell of strawberries.