Listen to your eyes.
Take note where they linger
and where they don't.

Take note at whom you catch
yourself starting and whom
you couldn't bear to watch.

Take note of those whom
you can't bring yourself
to turn away from, like
a driver, passing by,
an onlooker at a car crash,
a sight you can't peel your
eyes from, if your life
depended on it.

We’ve come together physically,
we’ve connected emotionally,
we’re on the same wavelength, mentally,
and all that’s left is a spiritual bond.

We’ve barely scraped the edge of it before,
but we have yet to hoist ourselves up over
that ledge and experience what it truly means
to be bound.

I want it all.
I want your head, your heart, your mind, your soul.
I want your days, your nights, and afternoons.
I want your nows and laters, your firsts and lasts.
I want your happy days and sad days.
I want your good and your bad.
I want your autumns, winters, springs, and summers.
I want your suns and your rains.
I want everything about you.
I want it all.
Everything, all of it, or nothing.
I won’t settle for less.

I’m an all or nothing person; I always have been, I always will be.
If I’m not challenged one way or another, I create my own.
I’ll self-sabotage even if I know better -not necessarily intentionally,
but despite having learned the lesson before.
If I’m not feeling challenged, I will put myself in precarious situations -drama, debt, depression.

It’s never for attention, and always for feeling something besides numb.
Even negative emotions serve a purpose; the feeling of struggling is a sense of survival and shows you’re still alive.
Numbness is nothing; you might as well be dead.

Again, I **** the cigarette.
Again, I nurse the liquid fire.
Again, again, again.
I do these things again and
again, for no other reason than this:
It reminds me of him.

I close my eyes again and again, but even so
I cannot get the thought of you lying naked
beneath the moonlight out of my head.
I can’t extinguish the flames burning between my
legs and the desire in my heart.
I can’t part ways with the thought of you giving yourself
wholly and completely to me last night.
You surrendered your soul to me in the darkness
and again, I am hungering for you.
My love, tell me once more, that you are mine and
mine alone, just as I am hopelessly and wonderfully yours.

Nowadays it's all ***, drugs and rock n' roll,
**** *******, get money, and
stack on stacks on stacks, but
what happened to love?
What happened to getting so completely lost and
wrapped up in someone else instead of getting high?
I long for the days when I'll be in someone's arms
for the right reasons and not just the pretty
little thing on their laps.