Your taste is so unique,
some combination of something piquant, like peppers,
dull in comparison to the unmistakable flavor of sweet strawberries,
and it's so devilishly easy to plant cherry kisses on your skin
while your effortless groans are soaked up by whitewashed walls and cheap carpet.
I could write a novel about everything you do to drive me crazy
and I would call it...

She loved you once.
Once.
She doesn't know where the time went,
but you're yesterday's news,
and she's never been happier.

Thought maybe I've been running from the water this whole time
but it seems so friendly after last night.
Nothing else comes close to losing you
and that in itself is terrifying.
I'm beginning to wonder if wanting to hold you close at night
really is such a selfless act?

The day I can hold you to my chest and know you're safe is the day I'll finally be able to relax a little.

Tomorrow I'll be on my own again.

Say there's a place down the road
I can hold your hand and kiss your cheek,
steal a glance at a pretty face,
sell the heart of a hopeless girl.

Well, I want to the rule the world
if it means I get to dance with you.

don't take this personally,
I just don't want to go back there.
dirt and concrete never appealed to me
any more than your children's bad blood.
woe is you, though
if I try to leave for me.
clipped my wings so I'll never be free.
I'm not good at chess, but I make a good pawn.