Burning in a sweeter version of hell
Your skin smolders, growing into a fire that I didn’t mean to start
But suddenly I’m a pyromaniac that’s coaxing the flame
I know I’m to blame
And I know what they say
But I want to get burned

With my moral compass leading south
And your jaw pressed to my mouth
This price seems so small to pay

he lifts my shirt over my head and the way the material billows reminds me of a white sheet being pulled off of old furniture, as if to protect it’s antiquity from the harsh effect that the world has to offer
his gentle touch does not falter

Beginning breeds loss
This path continues to curve
Still I will follow

To think or to know
What is to love or be known
A fawn finds it’s legs

He said he ***** with what’s in this pretty little head of mine
But he doesn’t know that it’s all him
I wonder if he’s felt the ivy snaking in his brain
It fills mine to the brim
The inside of my skull is like an old castle wall, overgrown with thoughts of you

Walls I can not scale
Still reading me like Braille
I’m spread like a book for you

hands cool to the touch
but he makes me feel so warm
thawing winters frost

he’s reading me like Braille
each curve is another word, and i was begging to be learned
if knowledge is power then I want to make you the most powerful man in the world
you can learn my body like an instrument
take me in like I’m a stimulant
you’ve already struck a chord

Well, who am I?
Meant to be your mentor or your muse?