You and I are land and sea
For you only stay where you are
And I run to you repeatedly
With reckless disregard.

I played with fire once;
Ashes on my lips,
Singes on my back,
And I'm still burning

I'm a whirl of smoke;
Waiting for your flame,
Hovering above,
The match that you are.

Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur;
I have not slept in between
I do not have the luxury of
Having a rendezvous with my bed

Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur;
And you are its perfect metaphor:
Viciously fast and vague
But I know a vice when I see one

Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur;
I'm weeding vices out one by one
Like coffee and/or cigarettes,
You taste so good

There is a lightning strike in your eyes;
do you know how your stares feel?
And you are, too, like these jolts of light
for as you start, you already leave

But even in these glimpses, I wish to catch
you and your smile--so sweet; I ache
for more, and for this pain's visage.
Yet, I missed you; I was late.

In moments where you snap at me
To not even let a chuckle out
I only am bewildered terribly,
for all I could ask is why and how
as I stare at you stupidly.

I have dreams about you
On nights I wish I don't
But I confess that I hope
I could sleep longer
Just so I could see you
But I don't really pray for
These to be any realer
Because I can revisit you
If I lose you in my dreams
But not when I'm awake

I can tell how vulnerable you are
And I will tell you that I do
I will lay my hands on your scars
And caress all the way through
Where it aches
Starts and ends

I will tell you that you can trust me
And I'll promise that you could
You will be wrapped by fear
But I will kiss it goodbyes too
You'll forget
And feel safe

At night you will have nightmares
I will stay by your side for nothing
You sleep without a word to say
And I stay awake just looking
You will leave
I hope not

I will be everything you look for
You'll feel that you are home with me
But the things I once foresaw
Does not include you staying here
You'll promise
And break it

I will rest my hand on top of yours
And look at you,
Hoping for my tears to come;
Which will save me from a speech I dare not say;
Which will spare me a moment I want no recollection of.

I will pretend to have been stupid
And I will look away--artificially ashamed
But the instances that come after are of wisdom

I will promise you of how my story ends;
How you are not just another pit stop in the race I'm in;
How you are my finish line: my only destination
It's just that, the race hasn't ended yet
So I'm not yet with you, but soon I will be
You will find romance in the story spilling out of my lips
Each word kisses you sweetly, like my lies
And you develop conviction
I will ask myself if it matters that they are not true
I will not answer
And it will not matter