When you touch me
I feel all the hair on my body stand up
As if it's reaching to see if it's you,
Yes you,
The most stunning and enchanting human being,  
Touching my body.

When you touch me
I feel warm and cold at the same time.
As if my body doesn't know how to react
To this,
This perfect human contact, skin on skin.                        
I think I'm melting.

When you touch me
And breathe your warm, sweet breath on my neck                                  
While tracing along with your tongue,
It seems
Like I've never been so far from reality.
Transcendental.

i'm dreaming i'm holding hands with the most important girl
writing letters with my palms giving her the anticipation she needs for eternity
scribbled with hopes and promises describing how it'll pass
how she deserves so much more than what her world has to offer
stories upon stories on how she strives and strives again
even if she trips over life's constant cracks

she believes there's nothing here for her
but i am here for you
and you'll never leave
and we'll be okay

darling, i am you and i know it's hard to see the progress your entwining fingers with
it's hard to see the future which is impossible to predict
and that statement is true because all you anticipated was the word shrinking its portions of happiness until you starved to permanent sadness

but what you don't know is that
achievement is near
and you exist

and i'll mail these words to the me i wish i could've spoken to

What I love in talking to
you are the subtexts. Constantly running
around all the words we speak, roads
support me when others fail, hold
when others will crumble, you stand.

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.