i'm loving, but who could love me?

"you?"

"you?"
nothing's gonna hurt you baby -cigarettes after sex

i am not drunk on the thought of dissolving into the madness that is my memory

I am drunk on the possibility of a human who thinks like I thought

A person who says
And means

A person who lives
And breathes

A person who confuses
My little beating thing

Slow and sometimes fast
Things that come and go
But often linger in notes that last

There are many words I may use to describe the way we dance

Our body's are only opportunities for growth

He moves strangely but confident
I move calculated yet insecure

It's like we've all been here before
I don't know it's the sleepiness

The heat of the moment
Or the heat of the car
But it never made this moment feel any more or less magical

I often stumble on my words
Silly to speak
I foolishly give them to him now

He's gonna be angry that I used my words to create a beautiful thing that includes him

But I don't know
And I guess I like the tame impala song
because maybe the less I know the better

He keeps me up past midnight
He makes me want to be free
But he makes me want to be me
He makes me feel like i shouldn't think
About what is acceptable to others
That no matter what I say
It's okay to speak

Rather he likes it or not
He wants all of my words
And unlike anything I've ever heard
From friends or lovers alike

I don't know why he would kiss me
I don't know why he did that night
It felt foreign to me

Like his body and mine were never meant to be
So close
To meshed
So entangled

I didn't want to keep kissing
Because I didn't want to know what I could possibly be missing

I like the thought that he is probably better alone
And we are still friends
Even if we kiss, or don't

So kiss me, or don't
Like me, or don't

I'm not going to say I won't
I can't control my beating thing
The music we play
Or what any of this means

I think
We are enjoying ourselves
A meeting of the minds
Something small and simple
Made beautiful
From turmoil
Turned incomplete

The world is ending
Until we admit defeat