A star formed itself in the embrio of your eyes, its light blue texture quite arousing in my sight.
To touch and feel is the best thing, maybe friends and sought and fought in the wars of relationship.
It haunts me.
Have I found something utterly prefect?
I never thought I'd love you and by cutting my wrist my problems would collapse
and stop dancing ontop mindfields of emotion. And by slamming lead bars into my chest it would lead my heart to stop the feeling.
It made the blood run thicker with added effect.
The pressure on my chest doesn't subside, I hate to say goodbye.
You know as I know you thought out and careful not to give in.
I know you couldn't love me as I do, but here and now I admit it.
After so much clawing and cutting and bashing.
I'm not going to offer myself to you.
If it stays a friendship among friends, I will be happy to be among you.
I only fear the day when I collapse to be with you.