You're not as sweet as your name
But your lips are
A fury of limbs not even resisting anymore
But what makes you an even bigger ******* is the fact that you don't want more
You're happy with a tangle of words and thoughts and hearts
Pushing
Pulling
Unable to reach a point of conclusion
A cycle that keeps on turning
Struggling to accept the
The way that your pulse races into mine
Refusing for things to make sense
Because you seem to prefer the damaged ends
The open wounds
Much like the overly cliche stanzas that have become our excuse
Blame the distance
Blame the way your face only appears once in a thousand days
But you refuse to blame yourself
To accept the fear behind each touch
Because you don't want to be in love