You make me lose my words.
They seep out of me into the floor,
and hide under the boards with the dust and mice.
Candyfloss tongue, sandpaper throat.
Hurricaine thoughts, tsunami feelings.
I have lost my voice,
It lives in the air between our faces,
and gently settles on your lips.
Drowning eyes, burning ears,
volcano hands, earthquake chest.
I have lost my words,
they have dripped down my body,
and lay in the deepest part of me.
Grounded feet, rooted thighs,
stormy hands, falling breath.
I lose my words, my thoughts, my feelings, my actions, my response,
mmmyy iinnttreppid, stammering, heart,
in you.

her provisions are entwined with fallacy
a crucial failure to her last words
a false division sits on my dependency
four words, in question, seal our fate
our days connect, encircled commonly
in a violent sequence

conspire to our demise
i'm fearing deceit
before you mutter your sweet nothings
the force behind your games at play

voice your indistinction
of what's just in your eyes
you've been suspect from hello
decide
what's merely cornered by $lust$
in the recesses of your mind
forge my signature
to pass as though you're someone

your fake emotion
will curiously encompass all your loves
under halos cover
you can strike
unbeknownst to unsuspecting fools
very few know you as i
could we safely assume it wouldn't take much
to catch you astray?

condemn your antipathy still a possibility
that you can shine your love for us
in this cold, deserted world
hoarding all your passion/possessions
for the truthful never paid you well
pain and suffering
all we'll know
and truth be told
we feigned love, too

seal your destiny with just one lie
and shower in the fire
cry, don't cry
still enchanted by your lies
but no more can i say i would die
for your cause in the battle field

when the tears we've shed
devour every sense of self we've built
in the final closing hour
we admit defeat in your degree
you have clouded our defenses
congratulations, babylon
you're a great *****

Scatter like roaches
and feel the sun beat down on you like moldy
sidewalk chalk
and cheap plaster.
Seep into the ground as if it were swallowing
time and eating the sea.
Don't look back into the eye of the storm until
it blinks 57 times and winks twice
It is an important concept that would behoove the
stale aura of your nature
And if you die during this so called adventure,
Smirk
And heave whole-heartedly with the last breath
allotted that you just tasted what it was like to
fall in love
and you proudly let it **** you all at once