when he pulls me close
i feel the weight on my back
f     l            y                             away
and i feel his heartbeat,
which always makes everything
so much better.

if he is the light
then i am the dark
and we need each other
just as fire and ice do
and the sun and flowers
and a child with toys.

his blue eyes give me hope
and i see the way they gleam at me
and the smirk on his face
really pulls me under,
is this normal?

nothing with me is ever normal
but if he maybe felt just as
much as i did,
i could get rid of this stupid smile he
always puts on my face and
we could talk about it over tea?

if he is a love god,
then i am the love dud.
let him give me the love i ever so need
and then maybe life would be
okay again.