The pleasure
comes from the source.
I don’t mind waiting
on a certain kind of girl.
She turns, her smile escapes
and my mind goes blank.
I’ve never seen this
kind of look before
when she put her eyes
squarely on me.
She claimed the words
were all hers.
I want more time,
from that side of town
where it was always easier
to disappear in and behind her.
I didn’t know
what life is like
without her perfume
to remind me
exactly where she’d been
or where she’s going.
It’s hard living
making time for myself.
Time and attention
fight the addiction of her,
and it’s now all backfilled
I’m here tripping over myself.
Stripped and left naked,
poor me,
left with feelings and
fantastic sex with her
almost always a surprise.
I like watching
my eyes can’t get enough
ever, never.
Sentimental summer trees
stare without their leaves
way up there
in the heavy sky,
threatening,
to soak us both.
I know how much
you love me,
trust me, when I say
I’ve properly prayed
for a girl like you.
There’s something
about you and I suppose
in all the superficial minutes
that create memories
of me and you
it’s dangerous to love this much.
To love just one person this much.
My heart hurts and bleeds
it’s not only on my sleeve, but
splattered on the wall,
soaked in all these pages,
it’s everywhere,
quite honestly,
I don’t mind
as long as you love me.
It’s a long fall
from this high feeling
I get from you,
trust when I say
I’d rather be alone
waiting on a schedule
I made for myself
rather than getting hurt
by some insecure thought
I can’t control
from calling names
and you shut off
walk away,
don’t do that to me.
It all feels and sounds
good right now,
just promise me that,
you’ll keep flipping the lights
on and off
no matter how times
it takes me to see
during the night or day.
Remember my love is blind
it’s a torture device
I can’t help myself
from thinking if
you feel the same way?
Remember,
I need your songs.
