All it takes is one turn of my head, one small movement, and you'll know. You'll pretend you didn't notice, but I know you'll see it. I know you're seeing it all. Should I turn my head? Look at you sitting in the seat next to mine, your hands on the wheel of the car? I don't want to, I told myself I didn't want to, but that only makes me want it more. It would be a sort of confession, you see, and I'm not foolish enough to confess first, but you make me wish I was. If I turn my head right now, if I stare at you like I've never wanted anybody else, if I pull you close and press my lips to your sweet ones, will you kiss me until my lips are numb? Until I can't taste anything else, until I can't remember my despair and all I can think of is you, you, you, your eyes, your lips, your hands. I know you're waiting for it too, but your secrets create a wall between us, don't you see that? Never mind that it only pushes me futher in your direction, like a car speeding towards a dead end, like a hero running towards their lover after a life - threatening ordeal, like this is all being alive is ever going to be. You're going to look at me like that, like you can't look at anything else and you're all mine and you want me to be all yours, only yours, and one of these times, I'm not going to be able to resist, and then where will the both of us be? I want to know every single secret you've been hiding from yourself, and I want to hear it from your own mouth, like a confession, saying here I am, this is me, all of me, all for you and only you. I've never believed that anybody could ruin me, and I still don't, but if I believed in being ruined by someone it would be you and if I believed in being loved by someone, it would also be you, and if I had to say I love you and please stay and I want you without saying it all, I'd just turn my head and look at you.