When two sections of Earth collide,
They split, and a fault forms between them.

The delicate surface destroyed
By the ferocious tension underneath.

Eroding and disintegrating,
The discord knows no bounds.

When I think of us,
I imagine what we could have created.

A magnificent mountain,
Composed of fragments from you and I.

But you took a divergent path,
And thought of me as beneath you.

Casting me away, into darkness,
Isolated, forced to hide the misery.

You left me anxious, craving your love,
Believing that you were the key to my happiness.

Keeping me down, you are the lead weight,
And I am the balloon, striving to be free.

Tricking me, leading me to conclude you're my lifeline.
Taunting me, insulting me, daring me to fly.

You told me that you loved me, protected me,
Because, according to you, if I went too high, I would pop.

You lied! I'm free now, and soaring! I'm flying so free!
And your eyes show your confidence, you think I'll come back.

But you tell me, if you can, you loathsome liar,
The last time you saw the balloon float back to the weight.

Candid smiles radiate waves of happiness,
And the promise of foreboding tenderness.

Pupils dilate at the sight of chaste skin
Your body position enumerates control, we’re ready to begin.

Vibrant red rose petals sprinkled on expensive white lace
As I lay pressed against you, I hear your strong heart race.

Your eyes undress me, while your mouth seems to grasp for words unknown to individuals,
But known to every pair of souls entwined across the earth, who feel pure love, not strictly ******.

Scratch marks on your back, the air is heavy and intense.
We move together, our senses heightened, slowly building suspense.

Loud screams and moans, a lovely and true symphony of feelings, then we’re through.
You lay back down, your breathing is rapid, I climb in your arms and kiss you.

Love is a verb, a doing word,
Love conquers all, undeterred.

I love the way that your steady hands
Embrace cold insipid metal
Breathing artificial life into pins and circuits, animating only on your command,

While trying to compose something beautiful from the chaos of machinery.
How I yearn to be one of the pieces of robotic scrap,
To be able to feel your touch firsthand,

Blessed enough to feel your brilliant eyes and your nimble fingers.
To hold all of your attention, to be your focus,
I want to be your magnum opus, beautiful and grand.

I want to hand you my broken heart, scarred and ******,
And watch as you tend to it, and make it uniquely yours.
I'd let you clear my mind of stress and pain, until it's no longer a wasteland.

I want to be able to shatter with the reassurance
That you will be there to debug and revise me
The security of knowing you completely understand.

As our souls become interlaced,
I want to feel your lips pressed against mine
I want to be good enough to call you my husband.

But I am not a robot
And our souls remain separate
My life remains pathetic, depressing and bland.

Idyllic sensations of fingertips gliding across unspoiled flesh

Kisses fill in the gaps left by words unspoken

Bright eyes meet and exchange heavy glances of infatuation

Souls clinging to the inexperienced adoration, praying it stays fresh

The luxury of hearts yet to be broken

Blooming lust like budding carnations

Petals flittering about in cold springtime sun

Flippant and apathetic about what the future holds

Never expecting to be crushed under the boot of a world-weary passerby

Despite pressure to crumble apart, the petals cling together until their lives together are done

The heavy feeling of eyes cast upon young lovers, bystanders recanting the most terrible scolds

Are no match for star-crossed lovers, too entangled in emotions to be pulled apart by outside forces, and too far gone to say goodbye.