You don’t belong to me, you never have But those days and nights are mine Say I am selfish, say I am this or am that

Torn between going in peace and fighting for you She has had you, but when you are here, you’re mine The early mornings belong to me, but she has you at night

I could just ask you of what you want But this would be too complicated Should I? Would it lead anywhere? Would it lead you back to her Would she have you during the early mornings?

Bittersweet it is to glance up on you Beauty beheld in your eyes that perhaps I have only seen Breath up on my cheek I yearn to feel Brutal it is not to know the taste of your lips

Break after break I feel a piece of my heart fall off Blossom I wish we would But we should not even touch, or look at one another for too long Bodily urge to land to a flock of touch upon your face

Beast of my desire, growing stronger as the nights become longer Bursting into flames with each forbidden thought Beyond physicality, your mind bewilders me Born to be upon you, yet beaten back like a swatted fly

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue I stare up and think of you Do you have a need for anything? Because I need you

I think of your voice so often, saying phrases you’ll never say I think of you sometimes all day, Even until I’m left sitting under the moon Thinking of things I want to say to you Writing this down, is far better than words stuttered

The hope that I will once again hear you speak soon Thinking of things I want to say to you that have will never leave my lips, that will never be uttered