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Just throw me over
And I'll call it my sweet surrender
From the pain that has held me frozen for far too long
How fitting to finally become one with the icy cold December

The water is up to my lips
Greeting me with a kiss that’s jet blue and black
It floods my lungs and engulfs my veins
But I've dealt with worse attacks

Just swimming in a pool of past sin
I have nothing left to conceal
Completely numbed by the sea
I'm glad I can no longer feel

There's nothing you can do now
I've already fought my battle
I kicked and screamed
But in the end I was far too fragile

Oh here I go
Sinking towards the center
I've never felt so alive
Than in my dear sweet surrender
Pour me a cup of coffee
An sit here next to me,
We can talk for hours straight
With comfortable silence between mid sips,
Though the rain won’t stop
And the coffee’s gone cold,
Your arms around mine
Makes me feel safe and at home,
Stuck in this moment
As we stay like this for hours,
Because being here with you
Is enough to keep me warm.
I wanna write drunk,
I wanna write high,
I wanna write sideways on Acid
I wanna write dangling upside down, making music with my feet
I wanna write frantic, unbidden declarations of love for a person who doesn't exist yet.
I wanna write poems
I wanna write love, strength, anger, pain, fear, joy and restlessness
I wanna write more than I have ever experienced.
I wanna write without crying.
I wanna write without reference to 'him' 'you' or 'we'
I wanna write better
I wanna write freer
I wanna write words that aren't real
I wanna write lost up a mountain with a girl by my side

I want to fall in love with a lesbian.

I wanna write in green ink.
Slytherin Pride, baby.

I wanna write on the moon.
I want to go there,
actually go there,
and put ink to paper.

I wanna write haphazard with unbending certainty that
today
I can write whatever I want
First touch
First kiss,  bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction,  sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns,  for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down,  bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss
In the silence of the raindrops
as we lay together on the tide
I'm affected by the thunder
as you slumber by my side
I want to reach out to you
and let the lightening arc
I want to throw my body
over you, to shelter you
from the dark
I want to let the rainfall
be the rhythm that enhances
I want to let the thunder whisper
the intricacies of our dances
I want to let the lightening speak
of our most profound intimacies
I want this unusual occurrence
to be about just you and me
can you ***** my finger and measure the dopamine in my veins? collect my teardrops and tell me if i'm going to be okay? can you light up the darkness with magical pills?
decide if i'm too sad to go to school?
can you tell me if i'm just being melodramatic? measure my blood pressure, maybe that will work. write me a prescription for 5 Happy Days in a row, and 3 hugs from Someone I Love.

doctor, doctor
i'm not feeling well today
doctor, doctor
i don't know if i should stay

sadness isn't a sickness, but it's infected my mind. can you write me some antibiotics to get them out in time?

sadness isn't sickness, but i think i might've caught something from doing a little too much of Having No Friends. don't you know how much i've been Laying In Bed?
sadness isn't sickness, but i think i'm coming down

doctor, doctor
i've got a severe case of the I Don't Want To Lives
can you write me a prescription?
make it go away?

doctor, doctor
you've let me down this time
doctor, doctor
i'm not in my prime

can you tell that i'm not healthy?
'cause i don't think you can
oh, sadness isn't sickness,
but it's fatal,
if all goes according to plan

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