(This is for you, my Wizard)

You'll probably end up not reading this
Because I'll probably end up not giving this
and remember-i just have a funny way of saying it
Because you have a funny way of taking it

Afraid of these impulses to which i so easily subside
and that sweetened flow of satisfaction inside
through every cell in my body each time
that makes it impossible to look away next time....

The destructive behavior...as if...
my body...will last...the eternal gift
or maybe just a slow suicide,
maybe just a muted inner cry.
Who knows?
Each unto his own i suppose

i beg my thought infested head
to not pin me to my sweat infused bed.
Sleepless nights!!
Ever such a delight
to run through the empty streets of my mind,
and beg these thoughts to let them be tied!
(As if i don't need the rest, thank you Sarcasm, but do you mind?)

...leaving me hunting the possibilities by rays of moonlight
or candlelight alike-
Secretly knowing that there HAS TO BE A WAY IN
NEVER finding it-always ending up where I'm supposed to begin
There are so many hints and clues
-all of them leading back to centerpiece you

i suppose seeing what i want to see
is easier
than saying what i want to say

but

There was something that forced me into believing that day
that there was something in your eyes that gave you away.

So come to me.

.. you don't have to touch me!
All you have to do is watch me
i just want to show your eyes
how they can color these lines
and fill them up
till the pictures come alive.