I refuse to write a poem about you. I fear the day my emotions get the best of me, leave me with searing fingertips and sword like pen stabbing holes in your perfection. I never want to cut through your life and dissect your soul. I never want to write about the way you smile and that one face you make - no. I don't want to recreate your hands with words that bring me comfort because I can never replace the feeling of them. I can't write about the way I look at you, or the way my heart pounds for you, or the music that reminds me of you. I don't want to admit how I pine for you, admire you, sit in my car, drive by you how just a glimpse of you makes me high on you. I can't write about how you're the exception to my confidence how you scare me in the most thrilling kind of way. I never want to admit conversations that run through my head, the drunken memories that come to mind when I need a distraction or they demand to be remembered. I cannot write about you and all your beautiful parts I can't talk about pain in an unreturned heart - I refuse to write a poem about you. My words would never live up to your truth and I'd rather have you than a poem that would never do you justice.

I fall in love everyday
I fall in love with the idea that people want me

Need me

There's nothing that feels better than knowing your wanted and needed.
That those you care about care just as much back.

Crave your attention as you do
And you fall in love with that
Not them per se, but the idea that they appreciate you as you them
It's a mutual happiness of attention and contentment.

The trick though, the downfall
Is making sure they don't fall for you
Mistake their lust as something more
And the same goes for you.

This is a dangerous world filled with complicated chemical mixes of feelings and responses that we have no control of.

So make sure you know what your getting into when you choose to care about someone and make them a part of your life

her moans. touched me like the whiskers, of a whisper - that vanished too soon. The sound plays like music to my ears,
reminiscent of my favorite tone. The sounds of her lips,
shaped from her mouth, I feel in love with her sound,
the moment she let the first note out. Poetry, by love divine,
is the music to my spirit, played by my heart. If I don't know what to do,
its means the only answer is to start.  For our only true judge is time until that day we have to depart.

I tasted her in my dreams
woke up and started dreaming of more
feigning I walk around needing her more and more
the taste is a flavoring that never leaves
its something that I beg for like please
until I wore, the floor out from under my knees
I'm addicted like bee, her honey is wearing on me
sweeter than a cavity, I need an emergency of her for an ivy.
so in love -- this I might be. but blame it on her - not me.

I find that certain evasive
nobility missing in her character

She is a well polished diamond
that can never shine;
Abundant confidence, so little material

Wait, wait, wait you'll say
She'll wait wait
Then she'll fall in the end

Objectify
Subjectify
Bite my neck
Warm my body with yours
This isn't the birds and bees
This is crows and wasps
She wants me to pull her hair
Arch your back
Let the shiver crawl up your spine
Open your eyes
Put your nails in my back
Make me bleed
Make me bleed
Kiss me recklessly
****** pump
Put her on the wal just like she likes
**** the breast
Feel the heat
Bite the ****** till her feet curl
You don't even know the things I would do
Convince me it's wrong just at the right time
Tame the beast
Let him free
Bring me back
Take control
Leave your marks
Tattoo my back
Blood scabs and nails
Those aren't bruises
That's me mark
Don't forget
The scream you had
The moan in the corner
Choke me
Choke her grasp your Hands
Don't run away
Every single mark you make
Isn't love
It a just rough
The blood you drew and the marks I mad
The anger and delight the relief that pleasures me
And to you
We take it down
Till we both fall apart
And in the morning
Let it rain
Don't let the bee's buzz
And the birds chirp
I want to you to wake with a sore throat
And I a sore back
Sing to me
Your raspy screams
Because I prefer wasps and crows
then the birds and bee's

I need something tonight
Something that isn't gentle.
I need teeth leaving marks on my flesh.
A hand pulling my hair.
I need a wall against my back.
Arms to lift me, bend me, control me.
I need to battle.
To hurt.
I need someone to moan in my ear.
To scream.
I need bruises and aches.
I need to wake up tomorrow hurting.
To see the evidence of beautiful violent passion.
I need to be painted black and blue.
I need to feel.
Oh God I need to feel.