Still
I lay in a fevered state
The unusual absence of blankets and an irregular heartbeat
I'm trying to measure with my fingers but I think I'm getting the pulse confused
I wish I could be there when I want
Soft rain and cool wind, muffled noises or empty air
Moonlight, dusk, morning.
Somewhere hushed and dim
I am sent back to ten billion places with the senses on my head
An unaccustomed ache has grown inside my chest
On occasion, it is not only around the world where I am drawn
But wherever you are
I feel as though I fall very short, very often
Though this is not a new sensation, the need to atone has become dire
And I pray that some directing hand is on this because without it I would lose quickly the way
My pulse is once again patterned and I refuse myself to think
But still, I would like to go there
It Hurts
I feel it tingling at the back of my tongue
And in a deep hollow in my stomach
If I think about it too much, it hurts.
Apology Accepted?
I feel so disconnected with what I dearly love
Practice makes perfect so I will slowly chisel myself out of this rut
I would like the world to be beautiful again
Through the ways of words and impeccable sentence structure
So this, to begin, about the way you make me feel:
I do feel safe the closer I am to you
Like I am shielded from the burdens of my world
It's simple enough to look in your eyes
No need to over complicate things
When I laugh at you it's as clear and honest as a bubbling creek
I don't feel the need to try around you
But I want to try so hard just to remind you know how I feel
I'm surprised by how much you care
You have made me your own
And all this, yet where do I begin
Twist
Somehow there is a way you twist yourself around me
In my sanest moments you are an ache in my chest
And I never can seem to get closer
This is the first time I've ever felt a clear head about that emotional chaos
It comes down to one small butterfly unkept
