The brush of your lips against mine
sends a tingling sensation down my spine,
the sweet words you murmured in my ear,
warm whisperings for only me to hear,
the soft touch of your fingers caressing my skin,
the firm grip of your hands as you pull me in,
your smooth skin beneath mine is warm and pulsing with light,
yet as you tug at my shirt I feel something isn't right,
struggling to remember what it is I've forgotten,
I'm barely aware of you sliding beneath my sheets of pink cotton,
I feel myself pulled next to your chest, rising and falling,
as in my mind appears a face and a distant voice calling,
how funny is it after all this time of being apart,
the effect he has on my memory, on my heart,
remains strong, a tight grip, rarely fading,
and as I leave you, confused, there laying,
I regret a little this hold from the past,
the relinquished love that keeps me back,
but still remains the hope that someday,
my prince will come back to steal me away..

I know sometimes I may seem quiet,
Possibly pensive, probably depressed,
Then other days I'm bat-**** crazy,
All frustrated and stressed,
In the blink of an eye, happy-go-lucky
Can become angered and upset,
But when the time comes to go to sleep,
Even after the most horrific day,
I'll look to my side, see your face, and the rest won't matter,
Because as long as I've got you, I'll be okay.

All of the stars that shine in the sky,
All the jars filled with captured fireflies,
The fish in the sea and the birds in a tree,
Looks that say more than words could ever mean,
The waves that beat upon the sand,
The notes in a song by a rock 'n' roll band,
Even the miles from here to the moon,
None come close to expressing how much I miss you..

If the purpose of a song
is to make you feel
as if it were written about you,
then well done.

The melody dragged me down,
just as the words,
so finite and absurd,
in my muddled head spun.

Reiterate my helplessness.
There's no turning back,
fallen, broken, and right on track,
or so the band attests.

Nothing will ever be the same.
Nothing you can say
can make this pain dissipate
until I drain the last drop of blood from my veins.

All shriveled and pathetic,
dying for love unrequited,
how foolish and shortsighted.
How somewhat fitting. How poetic.

A handful of pills and a bottle of wine.
I'll leave the record spinning
so you'll know exactly what I was thinking
as I cried for the last time...

Hundreds of purple, pink, and red
Butterflies clouding my head.

Getting pushed around
Through jostling crowds,
(weak at the knees,
head in the clouds)

Thousands of blue, yellow, and green
Butterflies fluttering inside of me.

Generally struggling
Against the tide,
(Suddenly caught in a current
of my own design)

Hundreds of purple, pink, and red
Butterflies clouding my head.

My thoughts are muddled,
They’re so very confused.
(Everyone is laughing,
Why are they so amused?)

Thousands of blue, yellow, and green
Butterflies fluttering inside of me.

Quickly, get in character,
Put on my mask so you won’t see,
(Please don’t sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me..)

Interesting,
How one can form an attachment.
it's like the first time you take a drug;
you may not be addicted that first time,
or the second,
or the third,
or the fourth,
or the fifth,
but the sixth....random number six does you in.
And afterwards, when you go without it,
you shake uncontrollably and get chills
and try to think on something else but you can barely sit still
for wanting of it....

It's not until then you realize you should've stopped at the first,
or the second,
or the third time....
It's not until then you realize you had your chance
to come out of the whole ordeal unscathed,
but you had to keep pushing it...
Just one more time, you tell yourself,
I'm not addicted, I can quit anytime,
you tell yourself, it's not like it's *******.
When you have to talk yourself into thinking it's okay,
it's already too late.

Found that out the hard way.

I had no intention of letting you come so close,
Why I let it get so out of hand, I don’t really know,
For I knew exactly when to go,
Even so I didn’t go..

This is what I get I suppose for hoping for the best,
For accidentally letting you get beneath my flesh,
True friends stab you in the chest,
Because they know your weakness..

I like the way you hold me,
Hold me, even though it’s holding me down,
My friends all thinking I’m getting kicked around,
You may hold me down, but at least you’re holding me

I wonder if you know just how much it hurt me,
That you could help me feel alive and then just desert me,
Even after asserting
You’d never hurt me..

I like the way you hold me,
Hold me, even though it’s holding me down,
My friends all thinking I’m getting kicked around,
You may hold me down but at least you’re holding me