I've been thinking
thinking I'm always thinking
how you say you haven’t been living

open your eyes;
what can i say?
it’s brighter than everything you are;
and what you are is all there is
and what you are is what you make it

this is it;
you’re living you’re dying
this is all i can give you.

and the painting with the word someday
makes me wonder...

i want to cry when I see it
because that’s all you’ll say.

and to me you seem so much older,
but that doesn’t scare me
you don’t scare me.

if you’re gonna hurt me hurt me;
i’d revel in your bruises
blacken my eyes and make me sing
while I lap the blood from my lips
thirsty like an infant, all I can think is you’re beautiful

and I don’t understand you; you’re impossible to figure out
like the darkest part of the ocean where the water is murky and i can’t see my feet

i’m young and you know this
when i was born you could probably talk and walk and were already discovering the world for yourself
i was taking my first breath

eating Chinese that one night-you’re the ram, i’m the dog
i’m not scared
your eyes were big, and you might be,

but your hand
on the small of my back contradicts you,
hot and unrelenting,
and then my heart is fluttering frantically -
like a caged bird - how cliché

and your body pressed firm and warm against mine
iwantyouiwantyouiwantyouiwantyou

when you pull away your eyes
ignite me
thisiswrongthisiswrongthisiswrong

but my mind is singing with surrender
no one has to know

you’re racing the clock while I’m begging it faster;
desperate times call for desperate measures

and i am convinced that when you look me in the eyes a second longer
than necessary
you are picturing me
bathed in the morning sun

i always seem to find the artist -
the tattoo on the soft skin of your left wrist
thesmoothstrokesofthatjapaneselove

you know so much more than me;
i’m in constant awe-inspired silence
and you show me everything that i haven't figured out
with your gentle callused hands
and soft-spoken lips

take me to your world.

breathe through my mouth and I’ll see through your eyes
and that everpersistenthand will have an entirely different reason
to hold on.

weave your fingers through my hair
and tell me i’m beautiful -
i’ll put my hand over your mouth;

your voice the only thing i want to hear
so raw and so pure
that it hurts
i can’t meet the honesty of your eyes..

and i don’t want to know whose
bed you last fell into
i just want to take this as it is;
no façade; just honesty. just pain. and just maybe hope.

i have a right to
scare you a little.
i’m never expected but always welcome,
never what you’d think.

so like i said
this is all there is;
all there could be.

you’re name’s like a song -
this is more than enough.