Lick, cut my soul in half
Up against this wall, I could shut my little
Tiny mouth
I let the bags of what we wish we could have
Sit high up on my back
Rip down the doors and walls of our past
But we curse and I try to strut
Liquid coming from face
Lets not cry into wine tonight
But I just know it, I know it
Red flowing skirt, bare skin
And your ******* adoring grin.

I pleaded and wrote 44 pages worth of poetry
My objective so clear and loosely concise:
This, this is worth fighting for.
But sometimes, I, my body fights against me
Lights and drama tighten around my neck
But you whisper over technology
That you are the best for me.

Well.
I think that I am the best for you.
Shake loose intellectual mathematical equations
But I put on a beret, a pencil behind my ear
I can wear stockings and a fur stole
The way you sorta stole
My heart, before you go.

Ringlets of what could be fly high above our heads
But I could stay on the ******* internet
If it meant to see that face again.
You say you worry, worry about me
I am no PhD baring goddess or wise Egyptian
I know my palettes of paints confuse and ponder you
But I could misuse the word "literally"
A million more times
If it meant, I got to hear that little
Chuckle, from you.

I would do a lot of things
To be back in the corner of your room
Your back to me, in your sweet chair
Spanish echoing all around
Let me be your witty doll
I can throw you a curve ball
With my diamond eyelashes
And biting quick steps.

Happy Valentine's Day
My aching skin and longing lips
We, we dance in the dark
Wishing to turn our head
See you there coming near me,
Again.
Like the night you did,
When we first met.

But Button, Darling baby.
Your hands would brim and cascade
With my golden locks and hungry lips
But I would and could whimper with you
In a way you never dreamed.

So let me be
Let us be
I will let us be
A heart shaped box
Of the weirdest, most intricate
******* candy.