I could list a thousand reasons why, 1 million reasons why they would fall short. The unfortunate part is you don't require a reason to see the parts of me I keep close.
My soul lays deep within the storm you call love and I always find myself holding on as tight as possible to the roller coaster handle bars to keep up. I'll have 100 sleepless nights before the words slightly drip from my mouth, then, just when it counts your brutalness that I fell for will rear its ugly head and my pieces will have to find their way home.
I just hope when I change the world, you remember my innocent sleeping smile when the miles between us close in. The masses say I am wrong, but what's so wrong for wanting a deadly poetic love.
The kind where if someone slips up, each of us would rather slaughter than let one another down. Because the thought of my lust being your reason for crying makes my soul shake.
The thought of you ever being that close with another makes me heart sick, like being left on Mount Everest forever, haunted and no hand to hold.
The burning in my head won't stop tonight, but I pray I am enough, I hope my body holds enough for you to never want another, I doubt it but I'll keep trying.
