In a few hours I'll be standing face to face with him for the first time.

The boy with the dangerous brown eyes..

The boy who wants to be by my side although he knows I'm just scattered pieces.

There's something about him.

He's slowly melting my heart.

I can feel the butterflies frozen in ice starting to move again.

Such a wierd, scary feeling that I can't stop.

I feel myself giving in,
though I promised myself I wouldn't.

Oh what a dangerous boy..

When he laughs, he casts
his head back and lets
it flare out of him like lava.

Laughter spilled like milk,
frothy and sincere,
and he can't care
about the glorious mess left.

All punchlines are the best
but when it's slipped from my lips,
the corners of his kisser
curl into sharper hangers.

He calls me his wishbone
and I just whisper,
"please don't break me."

Nerves are running wild,
my breath is slightly hitched.
Anxiety's creeping up on me,
I can barely think.

Afraid of disappointment.
Afraid to disappoint.
One step before the other,
prepared for someone new.

He charms me with a smile,
then extends a hand.
My palms are getting clammy,
and my pulse is racing too.

The breeze flows in from the door,
the sun is shining bright.
Currawong's singing in the trees,
With the aroma of bitter coffee.

We breeze through introductions,
sit and chat for a while.
There I thought it was going well,
until he developed a temper.

With no good reason he seemed to snap,
started causing a scene.
Sinked so low into my chair,
of course this happened to me.

Some time passed, he calmed himself,
but i think i'd made my decision.
got to the end and he turned to me,
"We should do this again".

"I don't think this is going to work",
I said sorry then took my leave.

Weekends were weak ends,
and
became energizers
since you came in life..

you stood when you saw me
with a smile that made me giggle
then i can smell you and
i am drunk
you hug me and
you linger
you say my name and
lick you lips
i say yours and
taste the sweetness and
im hungry
we sit
you look in my eyes and
im floating
we talk
each breath pulls us
closer to each other
lights dim and voices hush
you offer yourself as a pillow and
im drifting
you whisper your day in my hair and
i tell jokes in your shirt and
im perfect there

then a screen lights up and
a movie plays and
im realizing
im sitting cold in my own seat
aware of how far you are
from me
the last of your name
melts in my mouth and
im hurting
we try not to make
eye contact

then the movie is over and
you dont say my name again and
you dont look in my eyes and
you go home to another and
im sitting cold in my own seat
aware of how far you are
from me and
im aching