I remember the day we met,
The stinging sensation of butterflies creeping my bones.
And I remember the satisfaction I held in my hands
While we conversed and collided under the galaxies.
Nothing could brake or take the rush I felt,
as the acid slipped from the paper-- through my entirety and beyond.

The shallow waters we rowed in, ended up thrashing about
splintering and sinking, the very boat we'd created.
The water we tread here caused over-thinking,
and from there our potential had drown.

Nothing here could ever explain,
the way I felt when I heard you say,
"We just don't feel the same"

While the tune was perfectly set,
the timing was not it-- yet
and the things I said to you were real,
And we felt ourselves get higher.

As the music and movement began to blur,
The alcohol caused my words to slur,
Atop the hill, I wanted to reach... grab a hold of and squeeze,
But it was never enough to reach you.
I was never enough reason to change your mind.

Studdering, stammering, but still softly laughing,
My mouth cannot formulate the correct feelings
Or even the right idea
Of the things I want to tell you,
and the things I want to hear.

I'm sorry my voice lacks such confidence,
I just never really felt like this,
What a blabbering fool I must seem to be.

Not only because of you and me,
but you see--
My heart governs my mind
and at the right times,
I can't seem to produce any sort of sentence,
I can't seem to shake that sickness.

I'm sorry if I seemed so brash,
When I came to you the night after last...
It wasn't my intentions and now you play your defenses,

All I really want is a smile,
and to feel like it's worth my while.
I hope that isn't too much to ask,
but given the past...

I understand that your wings feel clipped,
I understand that you're probably scared shitless.

I've seen your wall, and I've stood at the gate,
wondering when it will finally break.
For now, I'll just sit here patiently;
Holding my breath almost effortlessly
Because I have no idea what I want right now, honestly.
(I'm just not into playing games)

But if you lean in close enough, I'm sure you will see
I still get nervous when your name flashes on my screen,
Sometimes I still get butterflies, and you leave me weak at the knees.
And I know that's a lot to muster,
but I also know I've got a lot to break,
and I am keeping that part of me hidden and sealed,
while giving you blind faith.

But I know that I am not ready,
to put my guard down at your feet,
I still draw my daggers,
at the first sign of defeat.

There's still a vice-gripped cage,
in between my ribs,
and pardon me for seeming indecisive,
But I, myself, still can't allow anyone in.

I need some affirmation, that you aren't going anywhere.
I really need to feel like you do, honestly, care.
Just remember that I'm just as nervous, and just as scared.
When it comes down to it-- I'm completely unprepared.

If the right words would just bounce,
Off the tip of my tongue,
I wouldn't be sitting here struggling,
Making an effort to avoid the wrong ones.

All I really want to say here,
is that you've made an impact on my life,
and hopefully someday we'll see each other,
In the perfect light.

You tied me down, and slit my throat,
to see my veins and hear me choke.  

You blamed me for all of the problems you could no longer bare,
Long story short, I don't want to care.

My days and nights will continue to carry on,
and before you'll ever scream for me back,
I will already be gone.

Love doesn't live here,
It never lied in your bed.
It only consumed the weakness, we both harbored instead.

If doing wrong by me wasn't your intent,
then how am I drowning in your pool of regret?

I have become numb to your hurtful words,
and I am equipped for my own battle,
Daggers firmly placed at each side,
I'm ready for the banter.

My hands are now alone,
and this tale is becoming old.

Your gut is as weak as the knees,
of decapitated fleas,
and your soul is so mean,
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Sensually and slowly,
soft lips kiss pointed hips,
in a perfect harmony of sweet thunderous bliss.

Heavy breathing pans the walls,
sweaty legs and sweaty palms

Trembling spines of arched backs,
Toes curled while lungs retract,
With ever so much passion,
Going through new motions in a gentle fashion.

Feeling takes over,
blood rushes to the head.
bodies clad in dew,
Cheeks flushed in bright red.

Rocking in a perfect motion,
Gasping for air at every chance,
Ending in lavish explosion
This is the lover's dance.

Necks kinked back,
Warmth beginning at the toes,
Heat and passion heightened
Bodies bare and raw -- exposed.