my hands clutch the entirety of the earth

a globe of green and blue

my fingers are cupped

and they are kept up

the ocean and lands know of my worth

this is my job to do

but

however i smile and stand with might

i am scared to fall away

but my legs will shake

and the earth will quake

if i am afraid that i don't have the right

how can i save the day?

i looked you up

you're the perfect match

our personalities fit so perfectly 

please be my best friend

we can be the stars

of our own reality show

just please hug me

and never let go

sometimes i feel so aching inside

and grab a delicate treat

i eat it and it is very delicious 

but this aching only comes ever so often

i think it's supposed to be more apparent

i only partake of treats and delicacies when i am aching inside

and this is beginning to show

am i fine?

i walk with you along the bright blue ocean, holding your hand in mine

our hands shyly brushing and creating sparks, letting our fingers intertwine

you talk passionately, and i listen, because i love to hear you speak 

but your strong presence enlightens me, and does not make me feel weak

you kiss me on the rocks, and i feel my heart leap and soar

as we lay together on the sand, i really could not ask for more

i've always felt the need to hold back from everything i do

but being with here with you, this time i don't really want to

i was always taught to never perform out on any wild desire

but when everything you say and do sets everything i feel on fire

i want to kiss you until our lips turn blue

kiss you until i lose my breath

i want to hold you until we're no longer two

hold you until our souls have met

the light of your eye is so divine it makes me cry

wouldn't it be so devine if we could stay here awhile

soft pieces of purity laid out on a parchment sheet
it smells like raw memory and a warm home
mixed with a spoon to create something sweet
the lovely aroma lets all my memories foam

pouring in the milk laced with my very own blood
these cookies are for someone who is of worth
mixing in the flour, tears at my eyes threatening to flood
but I will endure the pain to put the dough by the hearth

before I put them in the oven, I try a little taste
I feel sick, and my stomach begins to cramp and ache
I ***** all over the floor and look at all the waste
instead of cookies, next time I should make a cake

it felt so wrong

but she simply had to exist

feelings were all over the place

disaster struck 

simply denying was not enough

all she did was smile

which sent

hearts racing

it felt so wrong

depriving

sick

twisted

she didn't notice

it felt right

(that's a lie)