I crave the comfort of physical touch
Yet run from the consequences of emotions
The turmoil of being loved is painful
Suffocating to keep all of the words i have
Choking on the butterflies i kill in me
As i watch you go by just wondering within
If your love was ever meant to be mine
Taking over my words again
Returning to be my muse again
Watching the beauty of your lies flutter
Learning to love the human in you
Both of us are flawed, messed up, broken
Yet the edges of the cracks in your being
Haunt me till the night leaving me awake
Listening as your words pour out
Memorizing every thought you voice
Leaving me wondering on the what if
Wouldn't it be funny if we gave it a try
Hilarious even if we went back
Where it all started with a giggle
Can we be seventeen again?
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