~ no one should have to cry themselves to sleep
~ no one should have to feel hopeless
~ no one is honestly 100% free to be themselves
~ no one should have to be fake all the time to mask the pain
~ no one should have to go through the pain others have cause them.

What's this rush i feel when your skin touches mine?
When you hold me close and our fingers intertwine
to pull me behind you, as we run and laugh
through casino tables, guests and staff.
When we draw odd looks from curious faces
who stare and pretentiously wonder if places
like this are for people like us.
But really, sweetheart, if i had to guess
at how i feel and what magic this is,
then i could only try to describe my bliss
as the gentle tickle of your dress against mine
and the click of our heels, as we move in time
to a beat, that doesn't match that of the DJ
and the music he chose for us to dance the night away.
Then we dance to the Time Warp, and Thriller,
and then a slow dance, after establishing that C is killer
at dancing no matter how crazy. That we should kiss
though we awkwardly don't and maybe, it's my guess,
you don't feel the way i do,
and you don't feel this rush and want this affection for you
that i anxiously hold, and try to restrain from running wild.
Yet i feel as though it is a Great Dane and I a small child
trying very nervously not to be shy,
but to express through words or kiss and a sigh
the feelings i feel for you as you stand at my side
hands perfectly entwined
as your hair and dress
                             slide
                        around
                   your
             curves
          like
        wysteria
           or ivy
              and flare
               dramatically
and             splendidly
               as you spin                            
              and rush
       and laugh
and smile

I smile

We must say
how we feel,
or sew are
mouths closed
to the truth....

Sometimes I think about our bodies
discovering new worlds
Sometimes I dream about our lips
always and again touching
And then I realize we were never
what I thought we were
For there were unspoken words
lingering between the air
of our hot bodies
When we sighted of relief
it didn't felt true
It never really did
So I think,
this is my break up letter to you
At least it isn't a text

Dry words reassure  .  .  .
Her still eyes breaking down speech,
  .  .  .  My eyes are raining.

Once upon a time
You loved him
It all felt fine
Suddenly he/you realise
That you feel is all lies
Tears could fill an ocean
because you had a notion
that it was meant to be.
It was just a game..just for pretend
THE END
Or is it the start
Of another chance
For you to give away your heart
Another glance