He huffed as he lay down his head.
Waiting for the words to crawl from his lips.
He swirled closer, reaching for my hand
Letting his arms expand.

"You're like a horror movie, you know."

He fell silent once again.
Maybe for dramatic pause, to lengthen time.
Lord knows, I wouldn't mind.

"I hope this isn't overdue, but I'm petrified of you. Sometimes I'm afraid to touch you. Like a kids first thriller, or an impressionist first canvas and no matter how much my heart keeps urging me to get away,"

He put his cigarette out in the ashtray.

"And no matter how much my survival dictates that you're bound to **** me- I just can't take me eyes off of you."

He slumped his shoulders.
I'm hoping he'll pull through.
Dwelling.
The leaves flew around like nuclear bombs in the reflection of his eyes
All to my demise.

"It's like I'm waiting for you to shock me out from beneath my skin, and tear me from my bones. Like in actuality, my real self lies within. Until I'm so vulnerable to your touch, that I have no choice but to be deathly frightened and severely exposed. I don't mean to make you predisposed."

His voice cracked.
A strong heart to live on, he lacked.