Re-My Love

your face? syrup & honey.

your smile so sweet I can taste the sugar.

your body on mine.

lips intertwined.

timeless.

no amount of persuading could make me leave.

I remember when all she could talk about was him.

now all I can think about is you.

you hit me like a flash flood.

not enough time for warning.

my wings not yet ready for flying.
still I fell freely into your strong arms ready for catching.

the world stopped its spin.

people watch to see us dance through a song that's never been sung.

see if our steps match up.

you are a beautiful dancer.

bodies aligned.

hands pulling.

there is not enough hours in 1999 to make enough time for you.

I swear I checked my watch five minutes ago but it's already been 2 days.

I have you on replay.

a song that is never overplayed.

a movie that you can never quite understand.

a book. that no matter how many times you read it, the words seem new.

I've never met someone so persuading.

one look and I'm in.

tell me to drop what I'm doing and I will.

your gravity stronger than a million earths.
pulling me in slowly as if the rope might snap from the tension between us.

I hit you like a tsunami.
body limp from the rush.
if you ask me I'll let you drown.
but my air has more flavor then life itself.

i don't want to be desperate.

maybe this isn't called desperate but something else.

something that makes me full.

full on conversation and sugar lips.

you make me happy.

so believe me when I say, I won't forget this.

I can't forget you.

Colorful Butterflies.

I see you're name on the screen.

 the butterflies come to life inside my stomach breaking out of the cocoons and taking flight 

only to hit the walls with no where to go.

I have felt this many times before, but with you it's different.  

They are different butterflies.  

More colorful.  

Filled with energy and full on a life so pure I think my stomach might explode.

It's a good feeling.  

I yearn for them every day.  

I want to get to know them, for them to become familiar to my body.

And that's the thing, I don't think that is possible.

These butterflies can't be tamed.  Aren't meant to, and that's okay.

I like them the way they are.  

I want more.

But I'm scared, 

and they feel it.  

As the days go on my conscious persuades me to believe something that can't be true. 

Something I won't believe. 

It makes sense though.

Because how could you have the same butterflies as me inside your stomach, 

when you just got rid of the remnants of hers?

I'm scared.

So the butterflies disappear one by one.

They disappear 

at the thought of you walking away.

They disappear

 because "you only want me for satisfaction."

They disappear 

when you'd rather be feeling up metal than feeling up me.

They disappear 

like I lose your attention.

They disappear 

so I stopped counting.

So please hun.  hurry before their wings tire out.