Someone was told me"Life is going to beat that hopefulness out of you." and I am afraid he was right, I have become but a dark human in a chaotic world.

Ten hundred skins, have been mounted upon my flesh

"And maybe you should stop pitying yourself,” he said. “Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two."

Your lips find my very weak spot
And I tingle
Does this make ashamed or should it? I do not know yet I cluster myself together to give you more
Then the blackness settles as the euphoria momentarily blinds us
Our other senses of the world suddenly unknown to us as only the clenching and unclenching of our bodies is what we know
Our knowledge suddenly becomes limited
And we can only speak words of "you" "I" and "love"
Bodies were not made to express this length of work and I am sure we indefinately destroyed ours, but we do not seem to mind as we push through
Hips connect and eyes roll as creatures from celtic and godly realms rejoice at the meeting of our minds,souls and bodies
They speak confused as to how such a connection can even be humanistic or even possible
You and I unaware of this attention, carry on and heave but for us it is not an unpleasant sound but one that let's us know the end is yet to come.

You write your pain upon your wirst
you make it look like you broke your fist
the world has changed and so have we
close your eyes and follow me

Dont let the darkness win
dont let yourself succumb to sin
dont be afraid dont you shout
I will be here to figure you out

I will draw a map from eyes to mine
I will drink you up like the blackest wine
I will make sure you're not dead
I will make sure you have your head

You will be mine to keep
If you promise not to lie in your sleep
do not think to betray me
do not think to throw it all into the sea

"Hello there" the figure cooed, looking down at me with my large brown eyes
"I'll be here with you for a long time" the figure promised as I listened to bottles smashing and screams sounding

"I won't let you go" the figure insisted as my pigtails bounced up once I hit the wall.
My puffy face seeming to be calmed as I was told"we have a while together"

But then I grew taller, I did not know how it happened, I did not mean to.

And as I grew the figure saw me less each day, and suddenly when my feet could easily touch the ground as I sat on my swing, the figure was gone,breaking it's promise it made seventeen years before and leaving me because it said "I am innocence and you do not need me anymore"

I found myself missing your touch
Your lips on the autumn days that have come back
I missed your smile. The smile only I could project
I miss the wavering of your hand as you touched the maps of our bodies to discover new places
I never knew it would come to an end, that those crevices you discovered would lay neglected for half an eternity
But they did
Until now