Exposed

Just when I think its over, you come back without a warning.
I swear you must have a radar.
A warning system, a red light that does not disarm until you
Throw me off balance.

Achilles heels, my kryptonite, my affliction

I'm addicted and so far in over my head.
Its a catch 22 that you've got me in.
This complicated situation characterised by utter senselessness.

We're very circumstancial,
In different circumstances I realise we're looking for different things.
Different things that lead us to different outcomes.

Constantly attempting to visualise how to make you feel
This thing that I feel, but my vision is blurred.

Yet I know I'm challenging my virtue, my sanity, and my pride every time
I let you walk back into my life.
Yet it still doesn't surpass those moments of joy.
When I'm with you I'm a brainless version of myself.
I'm lost in what I think feels like love.
Infatuation to the rest.

My mind is gone and I struggle to make sense of reality;
-In which for those few hours you're mine and I belong to you wholeheartedly.
Your every kiss fills my soul with the emotions I wish you could feel
And I simply cannot bear the thought of having to let you go-
Well it's simply more exhilarating than "we're just friends".

I want it all back.
I want the confidence to kiss you and not have you flinch in public.
I want the long lie-ins, where my head rests still on your perfectly defined chest,
Listening to the rythm of your heartbeat...
Stroking the shape of the squares that lay on your abdomen.
The moments when I'd kneel besides you doughey eyes, and you'd instantly know
My train of thoughts, in which your lips would wrestle mine so effortlessly.

So I wonder because this time well...I had nothing to do with it.
So once again I stripped myself laid it all in front you, defenseless and exposed,
Insecurities, feelings, body, mind and soul.

You keep me on my toes. I hate that shit.
You constantly keep me in suspense, I never know what to expect.
Every moment differs.
Never a dull moment. I love that shit.

I hate how you're aware of the hold you have over me,
You know that nobody does it for me like you.
And you know just how to use it to your every advantage
But it's a thin line between love and hate
And you make me so weak,
You make it so hard for me to keep my composure.

So when my heart breaks one more time I'll only have myself to blame

Exhale!

Something Untold

Lifted

She said so long Mr time waster,
She said so long Mr empty promises,
Goodbye Mr let's see where this ends
Because she got sick of it
Sick! Sick! Sick! So sick she got tired.
Sick and tired.
Kisses so fiery her lips burned everytime.
Alas, a kiss never was a promise of a future.

So she made a turn,
Made herself a promise
The promise to settle for nothing less than extraordinary.
After all who else can she rely on but, herself?
So she closed her eyes and put it to the Universe.

A gentle poke, a touch that felt so right,
Her mind at ease,
And there he stood in all his flawlessness,
A breathtaking reflection of God's love for her-true love.
Suddenly there's that extra spring in her walk,
Confidently her head is in the clouds.

She couldn't leave if she wanted to.
She'd have to think again, think twice.
Because finally she's been introduced to;
Confidence.

Yes he lifts her up
Yes he listens to her
Relaxes her every nerve
Puts her above the stars
The centre of his world.

Never would she have imagined, ever that a love so strong,
Would lift her up in this way.
Of course she could only ever say,
Yes!

So here I am
In front of this crowd, stood here;
Worth a million dollars
Draped in lace
A cape like trail, fit for royalty
Worthy of a queen.

What else matters?
In this moment?

nothing!