as if you didn't already know..

Lost without the one who made me who I am
How do you explain to someone all they've done for you without inflating their ego with the very air that holds yours in tact?
This is no romantic love, or - not yet. I want to repay you by taking away all that has left you filled with doubt.
It's been years and it's now or never. now or never.
maybe just a little bit longer..

After his words, his thoughts, his existence - I most admire his lips.
The luscious curvature I have come to know so well with out ever coming into contact with.
It isn't solely the aesthetics of his smile that's appealing,
This is where the birth of his thoughts occur.
This is where his laugh explodes.
This is where I want to be.

too close for comfort - part I

She had herself cornered.
"You're a wonderful story teller..." she began, as quickly as she stopped.
"What I'm trying to say is that I believe you. I know it's wrong, with every fiber of my being, to believe you. Even if you are telling the truth, your track record says otherwise." She said, half smiling.
What she wasn't admitting, was that she liked the words that came out of his mouth. Believing them, as is, made her feel that anything was possible. Unfortunately, the words had nothing to stand or fall back on - no structure, no stability. She sometimes imagined them floating in the air, in disarray - trying to piece together their true meaning.
The letters that make the word 'petrified' also make up the word 'free'.
The word 'live' is just the word 'evil' backwards.


She & He. Him & Her. They both knew how to phrase sentences that admit and deny everything at the same time. Sometimes he was controversial just to play devil's advocate. If she was caught off guard by a comment, a joke, an action - you'd think the world screamed "cut!" just so she could seamlessly decide on her comeback.


They both wonder the same thing...

Where is the line?