Will: I

My heart races

but it doesn't get between the paces of my hands on his cheeks-

bones

that break

between

breaths.

He says that I look like rubies

but all I ever see is rust.

We breathe

together

(joined?)

and the door is open;

I hope no one walks in.

My heart braces

I can feel his body as it traces it's way across mine-

flesh

is foolish

when it falls

in love-

what the hell is love anyway?

Is it

me

and

him

as we shouldn't be?

Is love purely

purified-

I look so polished when I'm with him.

My heart faces

the fact that this is just a "one evening stand"

after all there was still pink in the sky when I left.

He hands my love back to me

wrapped

in a torn

veil

of what was supposed to be,

(only in the twilight though.

We are a sunset

I think

milting

across the curtains

-drawn shut-

to keep reality out)

My heart races

when he holds me like this;

my heart burns

with his kiss

acid

love

I

incinerate

within

everything that I am

without.

My heart freezes

from fright.

My heart pleases,

we just might

be something "good" together.

My heart breathes

breath

(joined?)

His

and

mine.

My heart faces

the fallout;

two hours of me

and he,

I guess I see

what mistakes are made of now.

Like twilight

twiddling

its thumbs-

up too late

to keep us out.

My heart spaces

word. space. word. space.

one word

follows

another.

My heart races

but it doesn't get between the paces of my hands on his cheeks-

I keep myself

the way I am

(honestly I don't want to leave;

so

I watch

the light bulb flicker;

peach diamond,

golden neon.)

I guess this is just a public display of affection;

the kiss

I took from you

disguised

like a star

dying

a million years ago

I still shine

for you;

I still burn.

And

my

heart

braces

for

the fallout.