You lay cloth on my lips
cause if you didn't;
my words wouldn't be comfortable to hear
I brush my teeth 3 times to ensure my lips don't taste like beer
its almost like a fear, that if you caught me I wouldn't be here
for you to lay down this cloth
for you to listen when I talk
to be like John Lennon, without the pistol cocked

Let it consume you.
do it, I dare you.
Let the wall you hide behind fall,
so you can see the true you
express whats thought, without subjection
and do whats needed despite societies reflection.

four blinks, to ensure myself of my surroundings
my jeans seemed cold and unsure of it belongings
inside, lay metal even colder then my denim
even sharper then your punishing words
even more sickening then your venom

quick twitch and a deep breath...
I look up but can't hold up my head;
in the sink I see red.
my mom, she's asleep in the next room
but I'm here sweeping up my feelings with an emotional broom

I dont remember why I did this?
but my wrists sure do remember
you see, I did this cause I thought I'd feel better
instead I'm here with regret I have to clean up before morning

cause If I didn't, they'd know
know I'm crazy, know I'm sick
know that beneath this skin lay a blade of its own
ready to burst out and find a new home
in you, you inconsiderate *****

My tongue glides up the side of your neck.
As it pulls off,
it catches a tear at the end.
I rub your thighs to dry your eyes,
a welcoming touch;
that does more then just welcomes.
it holds the fingers that excite you;
the ones that make your body jump,
towards the heavens when hour runs late.
Your skin like glass
but your touch much more soft
like the sheets wrapped around your fingers
comfort me after it all;
after the fall;
cause neither the bed nor I can handle this love
so it throws us to the floor for one last folly
my lips push harder and my hands grip tighter
For your body's like an angel;
A ****** so blissful

My heart leaps out of my chest with ever pulse. There's little to no pain putting it back in, compared to missing your touch. Though, it's a miracle that my heart beats anyways. What was a vibrant red heart is now more of dry black disease that settles in my body. I can see the black pain travel through my veins when the thought of you gets overwhelming. Now, neither of my five sense know your here; neither you and I have active hearts. So, we make childish excuses for a grown up problem. See, if I was a child again my heart wouldn't be black. I wouldn't have this trench coat of what could be covering my back. Only fifty more days 'til we see each other again like this was just another one of our preschool recess games. I feel more of a thief then I do of boyfriend; cause I stole your heart and told you  to leave. Not that I wanted, but for some reason you had to. You see, being not in the same town and not being bound tight by the same sheets under lamplight made its mark. Though I know your the antidote for this disease referred to a "missing your lover". Once the timer stops and these days are over, we'll be joined by not just arms but hearts, cause that was the hardest part. Our hearts will be active and my senses will know you, I'll feel less blue and remember why I chose you. I'll grab you by your hips and we can finally kiss with our grown up lips. Distant is horrid but your like a portrait that I can look at forever and never get bored of. Babe, I'm sorry for this pain but no ones to blame, and I love you like no one else could even explain.

-K.V.