The river swells and breaks before the plunge, plumetting down, down far below the ledge of my vision where you can hear the mighty crash and roar of water on rock and you can feel the rushing power of it all beside you, wondering what it would be like to be swept away...
And this is just a small reminder of how small and incapable I am, and how vulnerable I am to natures whim

I cherish you

like the feeling of cracking open
the window on the first day of spring
Feeling the warmth of the sun
breathing in the smell of flowers and grass
hearing the birds awaken from a slumber

I cherish you

like waking in the dead of night
to the sound of a summer storm
Listening to the soothing patter
watching the lightening eluminate
as you smell the damp macadam

I cherish you

like that moment of precipus
before plumetting into sleep
It's a calm filled with ambiance
and warm enveloping bedsheets
that emphasize the taste of mint on your teeth

I cherish you

like hearing a hearty laugh or
putting on a new pair of socks
because the little things
the things we tend to take for granted
was the way I loved you --

the way I cherish you.

There are hooks in you
I am only fickle finned
I cannot swim fast enough
To **** my mouth onto yours
Because-  
There are games in you
A hunting sport
A terror red ravaging game
You relish it as the juices drip down your chin

There are hooks in you
And I am only fickle finned
Pulling me into you
Teeth and claws sharper, gashing deeper
-Secret pleasure in the raw raw flesh

There are rumours shrouding you
Bullet words hurtling through my skull
Plumetting through leaves, through everything I know
There are hooks in you

And I am only feather winged
I cannot float fast enough
To embed your bullet in my chest
Because-
This is a game to you
A hunting sport
A biting, sinking, blood filled game
There are hooks in you

And all this hunting, swelling, biting
All this heaving, sweating, fighting
All this terror, flying, swimming
All this hooking, shooting, chasing
Does me no good,

For I am fickle finned
I am feather winged
And this is a game
To you.

I'm the handprint you find placed on a door window in a horror film
Trying to run away and get out
The lights flicker like my thoughts
Like all the imaginary things I bought
Of scenarios that never happened
Of what should of
And what didn't
I'm not brain dead
But I'm barely undead
I'm a morbid painting with hidden doves
Open the cage, I'll show you
What I really am
Madness tightened with sanity
My thinking process is a silent rocking chair
Spooky like Batman's lair
I never really liked bats
I'm still trying to figure out why Ozzy Osbourne bit into one
That's the king of darkness right there
My favorite card is the king
Because everyone deserves to feel like one
I'm a king plumetting in my own approval ratings
Because she should of been my queen

I will tell you what it felt like to fall in love with you

It felt like plumetting onto a bed of roses at high velocity
It felt like being ****** into a tenebrous vortex
It felt like my emotions were indefinite

I couldn't draw a conclusion as to what I was doing
I couldn't exemplify my frame of mind

It was agonizing, not knowing




But today,
No word in any language can describe how you make me *feel