I’m drunk, I have to be,
Because the honesty sits on my tongue like its ready to spill out
I’m ready to scream it,
If only to show to that I feel it so strongly,
I feel what we hide, what we shyly coy away from yet can’t resist,
And we become trapped in the never-ending cycle of taboo and thrill,
Longing to be connected.
I swear my intention for the night started off well,
Good even, but they seem to have a mind of their own,
Those damn intentions,
Willing to bend and mold to whatever will get them further to you,
But darling they will never break, because that would mean I would have to face the reality of the weapon you created.
Heart cold thought her ice creates fragility at the same time,
She craves intimacy and longs to destroy the need,
I must be drunk.
You’ve poisoned me, I would never say these things aloud,
Or have I fought you far to long that I’ve grown weary
Letting these thoughts become words that once spoken aloud cannot be unsaid,
And they would start the a new cycle we would never be able t escape from.