Sudden and guided, they met
Cordial and shy, they agreed
Naive and ready, they walked
Blissful and rosy, they slept,
Slowly and gravely, they learned
Steady and hopeful, they tried
Brash and uncontrolled, they fell
Weary and dismayed, she cried
Trapped and worried, she searched
Selfish and busy, he worked
Stagnant and spoiled, they live
Loveless and lonely, they'll die

Like honey on bark,
They came together:
All at once, they collided.
Collecting debris on the descent,
She finally dropped
With the sound of regret
Echoing behind her --
Her only consolation
That someone might taste
And understand
Her rare and pure sweetness:
The one that spoke of
Honey on Bark.

I can bring you down:
Down until you're numb.
Like the burn in your throat,
I'm the whiskey on your tongue.

I can lift you up high:
Until you're feeling a rush.
Like I'm running through your veins,
Like you've had more than enough.

I can give you everything that you need.
Tell me what you want me to be.
I can be anything I need to be
For you.

Restraint can serve as a harness for the soul:
A stopper so the sparks do not overflow
And billow over to meet the skin,
Ripping the seams from the chaos within.

But restraint can serve as a cruel barrier:
A gate - locked by naivety and terror
That leaves your blood placid and spoiled with time;
It'll eat at your bones and then tremor your mind.

i was holding on and scripting it out.
i fought away my doubts and finalized my plan.
you were mine, I was convinced and consumed.
you knew my plans, could guess my thoughts.
you agreed indifferently, while I toiled away.
little did I know that as I forged your name,
made it into a pact, you resolved to beat me down.
you snuck away from my sick little plan.
now you're a refugee of a fairy tale that's
eroding into bits of dust - an archaic glimmer,
now dulled with time that still asks me
why and
what now?

I've been keeping myself busy these days
Because when my mind goes quiet
All I can think of is you.

And thoughts of you
Just overwhelm me.

They cloud my vision
So that all I can do is miss you.

No matter the amount of people around to distract me
From my disorienting thoughts of you
You are the only person I want to see.

In that moment of distress
All I want is to tell you I'm sorry
And that I can fix our broken pieces.

I can do it with my bare hands.

But when I really, truly see you
All I can do is think of how
You don't feel the same.

And then my mind won't stop racing.
So I don't tell you.
I miss you.

These are still the early days.

And I wonder what it takes to turn early days to shades of gray.

The first exchange of a cherished, sweet sentiment
Followed by a second, third, seventh and tenth.
Fingers discovering unexplored skin
Moments of passion catch again and again.
The voyages fresh, never traveled before
Hold deep potential for a lifetime of more.
The distance of inches feels miles apart
And the distance of time has still yet to start.

Moments and milestones will accompany us
To a place of lackluster feelings and rust.
So I cherish my early days, sparkling bright
And pray that the motions of love treat us right.