Sometimes, I forget how to touch.
So close I can feel it
To grab out and steal it
I want to reach out
to clutch

Sometimes, I forget how to touch
My body begs  for the affection
broken , tired, seeking attention
I need someone to say it
To open their arms and tell me
I love you so much.

Sometimes, I forget to touch
I think that the wind can hold me
Wrap its arms around and engulf me
Someone, something
Please come show me
I crave it
I don’t know how else to say it
Sometimes, I forget what it feels like to be touched.

You crave and yet resist those things; that take you from what's good, 'till something better takes another other and seems again anew
How often times the image thought supreme to it's ideal
Tryin to change one to form another "other" that seems again anew
Are you another one of my symbols?
Is this another one of my images?
Archetypes they tell me and I'm somewhere in between

Darkness calls out
I know his name
I can recognize him at a glance
And yet, I am confused

But why the confusion?
You know what's wrong
You know what's right
It's just that simple

Some things, though feel
So good that
They just couldn't
Possibly be wrong

All I know
Is that when I think
I crave
Something wonderful

Intoxicating
Thrilling
Addicting
Wrong?

I don't know any more
So instead I run
Towards my buzz
And I forget

What was your name?

It was nothing you ever wished,
Nothing but a sweet curve upon my face.
I lost my right to call your name,
The day I lost my grace.

You were always fair,
Far from foul.
It was I to be blamed,
I a treacherous ghoul.

It is just to blame me,
It is just to hate.
Trapped in between love and guilt,
Will you leave me to my fate ?

I have a lot to say,
Trust me it's not a bait.
But ymif you're yet not ready,
I will forever wait.

Talk to me once,
Like moon to the night.
I know it'll forever be my fault,
Will you leave me out of light ?

Will you ever forgive me ?
If I lift the blame.
If I tell you how sorry I am,
Will we ever be the same ?

I see you in my dreams, your face ever changing
But your body is still the same
Taste
Feel
Look
Adore
Something I crave and want to try
Maybe only once
A second hit to make it real
But nonetheless
A one hit wonder of a fantasy

Do you feel it when
Your mind is drifting to
Someone other than
The one you’re talking to?
I ignore it as often
As I think I can possibly do
But do you realize the space
Captured in my head by you?
I know not what to call this
It’s breathable and new.
I do not want to spoil this
Fearing what it’ll turn into.
The paranoia of losing it
Is what I’ve already grown into.
Conservative, feeble, shy?
Call me whatever you want to.