Out on the couch the fire is too hot, she gives herself a toast to new beginnings. Her glass is full of ice it’s there to cool her temperamental side. That side where, she’s a seductive scientist creating the chemistry drawing me to her. I owe her now for putting these images deep inside my mind. Seductively, she’s always so quiet I honestly can’t tell anyone how she gave me this fresh set of eyes where everything is still so blurry. She’s comfortably loyal, she didn’t used to be the girl who is happy her color keeps changing. This previous season held her super close. Available to love, the choice, has always been mine to cut and bleed or offer up a drink a glass with ice. Thirsty and wanting the outside again I can’t help, so I fall in line instead. Arms are set for recovery it’s always safe to collide alongside her. Her beauty always wins each and every time I see her there that super cute tiny little skirt of hers hands clasped firmly behind. She’s so elusive always trying to pretend she has stopped trying to compare the blessings. I’m not as pretty as her, it’s easy to try to love her, at best all one could ever expect is to always say her name, just before, going to bed. I’m too tired to finish what I screwed up the first time.