I’m nervous.
I suppose that’s to be expected.
You said to be continued -
I’m sure you’re nervous too.

You look pretty in the moonlight
Standing there, eyes bright:
Uptight.
I barely even know you.
There’s time for all that.

Deep and rich
Are the rolling waves, pulsing tide,
Like the waters of an exotic land
I hope to find with you.

It seems we are travelling there now,
Without moving an inch.
I’m closer to you now,
Beginning to understand that

Before I met you, I wasn’t looking;
Now I’ve found the best treasure,
And I will treasure it,
Cleaning it when it gets tarnished.

i need a hug,

a long one that i can settle into.

a kiss on the top of my head,

a simple gesture really.

to let me know,

i’m loved and that you care.

an act of love and kindness,

when nerves are strained and bare.

and my heart aches,

in its loneliness.

My ****** days...
My shifty swaying,
back and forth.
Not knowing what to do,
or who I am...
or why.

Blank staring,
Lines in my mind telling me I'm worthless,

Nothing Changed...
Why now?

Lie Down.

The anxiety forces,
The blankest piety,
Just looking for an answer.

Please just let it end,
So I can get to my mind again

i hope i make you
feel the same way
as when you're exploring
an abandoned building at night.
i want you
to feel nervous and
exhilarated all
at once.

Here it comes again,
The feeling i had hoped i’d forget.
The hands in my brain, fingers twisting
pretzel knots out of memories,
squeezing out life juice and blood
like a butcher’s wash cloth.
I had really hoped i’d never feel
this feeling again, the feeling
of looking at something beautiful
from behind a glass.

I get nervous when she comes my way,
her cigarette smoking in the glass ashtray.
My reflection in her emerald eyes,
I wonder what the look stretched across her face implies.
She's the kind to make me lie awake
contemplating what's to gain from this
and what is at stake.

She's known love at least once before,
and the feeling is one which she can't ignore.
It's a sentiment we both must share
judging by the way my fingers move through her hair.
But my heart is ******* in knots.
A good love is just that -- good,
until it's not.