my worries are worrisome
a quiet smouldering fire that remains
but i'm greatly conscious of the threat
imminent, waiting, ready to pounce
content to administer the punch

but you're ready to medicate, and mend
promises to restore, and intricately repair
restore me? ha! you'll be my remedy?
are you up for the gig? alright, deal---
nurse me back into love again. even into like.

i promise you're not a dose, drug, or diet of love.
but somehow you've got me coming back for more.
it's got to be that smile, cinnamon colored skin
the lingering scent of your touch, child-like eyes
that resounding beat, throbbing against my fragile chest

but, truly, let me beg, promise me---
that i'm not just your new fancy
not just a frivolous, female friend
you crept in so slyly, my fox
and soon, you'll go for the ****

the **** will be good
the **** will be tragic
the **** will make me fall in love again.

we are loosely wound together
just mere days under our belts
but something screams genuine
and knocks on the door of my heart

she wasn't home before, my heart
she had been broken into, and robbed
steadily took her time, getting back home
to find a welcome mat, courageously laid

now she's sculpting her days around those moments
beating in tune with an identical, sound heart
avoiding fractures, robbers, and tears
at all costs---

such a secret, is one that kills
hidden from the scary outliers
those lies laid down piece by piece
like our hands that entangle perfectly.

i'll drown in your company
fill my love up to the rim
clench onto your promises
and believe once again.

devour the hours--tick tock, tick tock
greedily gobble your butterflies
eternity spent in your tired arms
it's dark, breathe fast, up and down

temptation sparks at a moment's notice
clean my conscious and let it out
tell the world, tell them all
that i have fallen for you.

an inner strife towards constant honesty
but the exception falls on you
they won't understand, they can't
they simply won't.

i'll beg for acceptance
plead for nothing less
because, for now, i'm happy again
i'm happy again...

your plentiful grapes of passion and desire
do not haunt me quite so much anymore
instead i took a bite of that apple, like eve
and lost my taste for your fruit...for now.

i've found something--
something used,
something wrinkled,
something divorced,
something with baggage,
but i'm happy.

you're in paradise, but still calling out to me
you see, i don' have a problem, crossing the sea
i'd do it for you, within a single beat of my heart
that way, our souls would never have to part

i'd like it that way, you know, you and me
you've shown you don't have a problem, crossing the sea
you'd do it too, within a single beat of your heart
so why, why... do you demand we must be apart?

i'm sickenly optimistic
not one to be very cryptic
let me show you, just how much
just feel this friction in our touch...

feel that? yeah, that's it.
i know it's hard to admit.

verdict: guilty--of loving you "too much"
sentenced to: living without you or living without you..*
"until you can figure this all out"

barred, by your pleasure-seeking addiction
imprisoned, by your man-***** conviction
shackled, by your deadly crystal blue eyes
guillotined, by your crushing self demise

but i'd rather be locked to you
than live in this pain and misery.

gated, by your fear of commitment
executed, because to you i'm not sufficient
punished, because i love you, "too much"
tortured, because i won't seem to budge

but i'd rather be locked to you
than live in this pain and misery.