Strung out, it’s getting harder to deny certain feelings. Good knows I’ve tried a thousand different ways to block and avoid those private pictures of you. The visual trigger in me you’ve squeezed me almost too perfectly. Eyes stare up into eyes this little gift of yours where you magically know exactly what’s going to touch me. Beautiful you, you’re somehow growing in me. That goodness in you, you’re constantly displaying means more than anything physical. I’m learning to be like you, it’s true you know how they say imitation is flattering. You’re purposefully putting yourself out in front of me next to my broken side, curled up super close to the point where I’ve memorized every inch of you. The smell of your love perfume drawing me up, even closer still, I get all protective yeah, you’re the girl after all. Glitter on the skin you’re all over me you sparkle and shine under certain lights of course. I swear, I’ve never had this part before where my world has been this upside down. You’re some sort of love-sick potion source. Ground zero girl I’ve been trying to avoid the cure because I’d rather be infected by you. I honestly don’t mind, having you, course through my veins. I curse the Gods for taking so long because every minute in every day I crave the touch in you. You’re becoming more of a need than want, I can promise you now you’d never miss out on all the golden treasures, just as long as you promise never to change that beauty part buried in the center of you love.