The alcohol rains over my organs
The presence of regret is evident again
Numb.
The movement of your Adam's Apple
Hits the back of my neck like the first piano key
The look of your zealous eyes..
They shun gravity
They lift me off the ground
Faded.
I am so faded
I remember every element of you
But only once the bottle is empty

I'm warm blooded but the blood let my fingers run cold
I clench them into a fist in hopes and desperation of bringing the warmth back
My visions hazy, cold sweats run like an endless river
My eyes shoot in every direction
Heart sank like the titanic in my stomach, which I'm sick to
I shake a little, every time I breathe I inhale more pessimism
Thoughts eat me like Hannibal
Served fresh on a plate like a gourmet
Just a sprinkle of self hatred
My emotions driven like a car
Where are the brakes

You crawl on my skin like a cockroach...
Why do I desire you?
Shouldn't I be disgusted?

the distance has been growing longer
while my heart seems to grow so much fonder
of you and all those lovely things you do
making me hope to someday be
as unmistakably impeccable as you

and when you see me,
what do you look at?
the longing in my eyes or
the tension in my lips
and the way they yearn for yours.

and take me where you please,
tell me what to take a look at
raise my mind from the floorboards
to the way your innocence sits
reminding me of the purity of what i adore.

and some day will come
where our fingers meet the skin
of the other, under a shining sun
and our story will truly begin.

with touch, with eyes meeting the others'
never too much, not enough for another
but enough for us
to relish in
and trust

so my dear, i hope to see you soon
thinking of all the beauty i'd have to lose
if i were to forget about you.

You took me as I was,
you rescued me from my own condemnation,
a remembrance of John the Baptist saving
the life of Jesus.

You glued back the pieces
of my broken lego soul with your songs
of, Its Okay ,and we danced while the
new foundation dried.
And you let me stand on your feet,
and you led me around the room
and we laughed a melody
that Mozart should've composed.
Even Tchaikovsky fingers twitched
in his cumbersome state.

But now, my love
I've forgotten the notes to our melody
and my cracks are expanding.
I'm sorry your glue went to waste.

I'm so sorry
But thank you for teaching me how to
dance.