Playing house with paper cards,
each one,
       resting precariously on the previous'
back
       -hoping-
that my world won't come crashing down around me.

Its the start of a love story
moving at a glacial pace
where I'm constantly afraid of revealing my face
oh, I keep on doing everything all wrong!
Sometimes its euphoria
the next
its disgust;
one moment its so obvious
the next its distrust.

And in your arms is a clandestine complacency
when you leave it becomes a race and
suddenly I'm surrounded by choices I'd prefer not to make,
if ignorance is bliss
then make me ignorant once more
if all this exists just step in and be the one I adore.

Let me no longer waste my precious seconds
with people who do not matter.
Let all of this talking not simply be idle chatter
but be bold my bliss-seeking heart
leap       forth
                          without hesitation!

And, in the end all I ask is what do I feel?
Heart, are you playing checkers, while building walls of steel?