rambling nonsense from a common mind

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

the heavenly vision of your face smiles down on me
your brown eyes shine with mystery and desire
they pierce through all of my disguises and you see me
and you're the only one who can strip my soul bare

oh god, I can smell you in my clothes
that intoxicating scent that fills my senses
and brings me back to moments with you
moments you spent making sure I'd remember

the taste of your kiss lingers on my lips making them tingle
they long to be kissed by you again
each time our lips meet we are one heartbeat
connected for an instant and a lifetime

to hear you speak is to hear music from the angels
your voice consumes me until your words alone control me
your sweet whispering melody washes over my soul
bathing me in radiating warmth

I can feel your breath on my neck
promising me boundless ecstasy and filling me with anticipation
one caress of your gentle hand and my walls tumble down
my threshold is breached and the flood gates are open

Friday, January 27, 2006

I'm better now
I won't do it anymore
And I have these scars to remind me
That when no one else saw me, you did
And you saved me from myself
Just by being you
You make me want to be pretty
You make me want to be good
Good enough for you
Because you're too good for me
You're more than I deserve
But I'm not complaining
I would give anything
To be able to spend every second
By the side of the man that held me
When the world wasn't listening

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I'm falling asleep but I don't care
because each time my eyes close it pulls you to me
I see your face and I fall
to sleep, to you, I sleep in the
warmth of your gaze
you're not here, but you're there
in my heart and my dreams
and I'm still falling
closer with each thundering heartbeat
I feel your hands slide over my skin
I sink and I fall and I shudder
and your breath flows like silk
into my subconscious, lulling me
closer to sleep and you
I open my eyes one last time
and your smile shows me that
I have fallen not to sleep. . .
but in love
I spent last night
clutching a pillow
that wasn't you

And praying
that your skin
is more delicate

So that next time we collide
you can bleed for me
like I bled for you

And we can be
whole again
like when we first started

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

I need a hit
It's been far too long
Since you pumped through my veins
It seems like a lifetime ago
That I felt your delicious sting
And yet the needle is still warm
From the last time I had your drug
I'm still bleeding
From the hole your love tore through my skin

Hold me down and find the nerve
The one that only you can control
Do your worst
And it will be the best I've ever had
Hurt me, burn me, make me feel dirty
Keep me on edge and ruin my life
And I will thank you for it
Because nothing can be as maddening
As being without you

Monday, January 23, 2006

As I lurk my way through your past, the parts of you I missed blare like trumpets. The things you said to them throb in my skull and through my veins. I pulse with the knowledge that you cared enough to shower them with the words I can only pray you'll say to me. Or, perhaps it was so easy to love them because lies flow more smoothly than the truth. I cling to the pathetic hope that you withhold these things from me because you fear cheapening what we have with cliches and meaningless repetition. And yet this false hope doesn't comfort me in the slightest. I want words to cement the implied feelings. I want them to be jealous of me for once. The feelings they have for you are shallow and immature in comparison to the never-ending well of emotion in my soul that you alone drink from. They flock to you and provide you with faded imitations of love, but do they shudder at the sound of your name? Do their minds spin with thoughts of the endless pleasure you can give them with the slightest touch? Your skin is a drug for me and I am far beyond the point of any possible rehabilitation. A simple caress of your lips sends me to a place where only you and I exist. I have no need for oxygen, I breathe you in. You are the blood pulsing beneath the flesh that exists only to be enjoyed by you. My body bends to your every whim and my will is gone. You obliterate the strength and defiance that has never so much as wavered in any other situation with a mere glance. And that is why you come back to me. Because as much as you are my drug, the power I relinquish to you is your drug. And you are addicted to me.