I'd pull the trigger now.
But there a lot I feel I need to know before I decide that there's nothing left for me.
There are a million questions I'd like to ask you.
But how do I go about it?
My hands are getting cold.
And the blood is slowly reappearing.
Bruises spring up here and there just to know that I'm still alive, even though I've never felt more alive than when you're lips are pressed against mine.
Show me your license, young man.
Far too experienced.
I'd fall from this rooftop.
Yet there's so much I want to know about you.
Where to start?
I turn the page to find another full of blank responses.
Who exactly are you?
What are we?
Dare I call you my friend?
One kiss has not yet failed to pull me in.
And now, as mysterious as things are, nothing matters.
But I feel a need to know.
Where do we stand?
My broken fingernails are subject to my anxiety.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins in your imminence.
One deep breath has yet to fill my lungs.
Every time my phone rings, I hope in the most pathetic way that it's you.
Never would I dare to answer it though.
My eyelids become heavier as the night sky gives way to the sun slowly rising; I think about your sweetest ways.
Haven't slept all night, but I feel great.
Guilt had ceased to kill my deepest temptations.
Yet morals have taken their place.
It's so cute the way you walk…away from me.
I wouldn't dare hold it against you.
The hours keep on rolling by.
And I can't stand the way you walk right past me.
But just the way you call my name from across the room makes up for it all.
Everything's okay when you look straight into my eyes and comment carelessly on the preceding hours of your simple days.
When I don't dare end our little nothings,
I struggle to begin.
Seducing hands have caught me off guard, but your smile is reassuring.
Save me Mr. Julius.
Take me to your lair.
Rape me Mr. Julius,
Tell me that you care.