Love is much like a poem.
It is not always true...

I know what you told me
I've never fallen this hard...

I'd fall through fire to get to you.
I'd reach so much higher if it meant reaching you...

Intertwined with my fingers are her own
Fitting perfectly despite my monstrous hands...

She and I sit in the rain
On a concrete bench...

Lift your head girl
Your face is so captivating...

Again I sit with you, my old friend
And your strings are slightly worn and rusted...

I felt her tonight.
Not only her bare skin. Her...

The depths of your eyes
Pools of clouded water...

If you were a breeze
I would love you...

Rejection...
The inevitable...

Falling ever farther into the unknown
My flesh is seared, what's done is done...