You
a different you than i'm used to writing to.
not a different side of the same person,
but a different person altogether.
i think i like this person better.
i'm not sure exactly what you want me to tell you.
i'm not really sure what to say...
usually i'm good at things like this,
maybe not today...
i guess it's because i'm not sure how i like you,
i just know that i do.
it's a mix of everything about you...
maybe cause i know you can handle the truth...
the truth of me, not the truth of you.
Comfort
let me lick the sadness from your lips. the anguish from your tongue. let me bathe you in sweet tenderness. i'll hide you from the sun.
Life
what is life to you?
this neverending assembly line where you leave a piece of your soul with every item you touch? is it worth knowing that eventually you'll come to an item that gives you every bit of yourself back? is it worth waiting. waiting months, years, decades, until you find that one thing that fits you? how much of yourself must you lose before you can find yourself again?
or is it really all your choice?
In My Fever
i want someone to captivate me.
someone who makes me heart pound just because they are near.
just because they speak or look in my direction.
someone who can make me feel everything he made me feel
only stronger.
i want to get butterflies just at the thought of someone again.
i want to smile all the time.
i want to belong to someone again.
and have them belong to me.
