tens of thousands of second chances
you’ve exhumed my love, engulfed me into one, a wholesome little being that feels happiness, I am sold that our love story will grow old.
I pray that you won’t go, you’re half of me now, but I’ve hardly stood proud. with hands over my hollow mouth I had it, I almost said it.
the garden that I’m failing to grow, fall short again, I’m falling short again.i could be alright if I let you rewrite my life, I could be alright if you were right by my side.
if you breathe in then I do too, if you need it, then I need it too, I want to see you smiling looking at me in a grocery isle, taste myself on your lips, undress me with your deep blue eyes, bring your starved mouth into me, intoxicate me holding me hostage with your bare hands, saddle my hair back and drench my neck with your tongue.
I’m quiet, gentle and sensitive and partly cruel but only to myself, I can tell you this and ask you to love me anyway… that’s what love is though right, to show all your flaws and bare naked soul and still be enough.
Within You, Within Me 