Corsets and Roses...I'm thinking I tried a little too hard, tonight. Just wanted to slip between the sheets and place my head on your chest where it belongs, once again. Wanting to talk to you hours on ends. Catching a glimpse of your face as the light seeps through the window shades and cuts a perfect silhouette as you're shifting positions. I'm thinking I wondered a little too much, tonight. Questioning what we are, and what we haven't been. We're quite fucked up, stuck in the median. I haven't looked recently, nor have I tried to, but I think she's still there. Whether hacked up on your walls or trespassing through your dreams.
One More Time, Lets Dance...He can say he loves me all he wants. He can caress my blushing cheeks with his working hands, and ask me for one more dance. I like pretending this is real, only if its just through a song's time. Anything to help me forget those denouncing taunts whipped at me by your's truely. She's your's, you're her's, he's your's, you're his. And I'm me with nothing left to hold onto but a blanket drenched in insecurities. And when those times roll around, when I just can't feel no more, I submerge myself into the depths of this childhood memory, only then to find myself drifting back to see you one more time...
...lets just dance.
Your Heart...Its been a while.
The thing that hurts the most this time, is not knowing who's it belonged to. Something that could've been mine and charished, but threw away as garbage by someone else. We could've shared that treasure. But now its gone. It doesn't matter though, its silly talking about this unless I knew, otherwise I'm just thinking too much...
Another Source...I'm craving you.
As oddly as it sounds, the way I crave your kiss reminds me of the way I used to crave the taste of a metal zipper when I was a kid. Bored in class with nothing else to do but put my jacket zipper in my mouth. It subsided my hunger until lunch time.
Maybe its my lip ring, but I greatly doubt that. And its not that it tastes like metal either... because it really doesnt. Its unexplainable.
I forget my needs during and long after. I feel like I could be awake for days and without food, as long as I feel the energy from you.
Drawing Liquid...If only I could draw it as perfectly as I imagine it; my palms would grasp so fittingly well around her neck. Nails digging with no mercy, and they'll touch veins and won't stop there, because once they're there they'll want more... all 10 of them. They'll leave scars. Scars that you'll probably grow to love. But that wouldn't happen. You can't grow to love anything, I would make sure of that.
It would be the purrfect cat fight. I would keep my cool, all the while stalking you and laying low, letting you pretend to be my friend. Then, when I find out the truth, I'll take you down like a lioness would with a sick straggling buffalo, there would be no struggle with you. I would have you pinned with words and palms.
Human on Display...I'm here for all the world to see
my inabilities to find what I am after.
I create my own disasters
by keeping myself away,
but it doesn't matter,
I'm on display.
Just as naked as I was born unto this world,
placing myself behind a window where I hope no one is looking in.
I have my curtains,
sheer, but they serve their purpose.
One day, someone will find me invaluable
and they'll buy me with this thought.