The Tempest Collection

This Could Be About Anybody

It was the last line of defense,

that I could tell myself I'd break you.

Watch you every day,

but safe because you wouldn't do

the things I really wanted,

well they're just downright bad.

And that's not how you stand.

Except,

oh shit,

oh God,

Maybe I was wrong.

The way you look at me says

I'm long far gone.

I let you read

everything I write about you

cause it's safe,

safe like you and

how you're cute.

But I don't think

after what you said today

I can write them all that way,

and be true.

If I write for me,

I have to write this way

about you.

So go ahead and read.

No warning labels,

you set it free.

That part of me

that wants your body.

The part of me that needs to shrink...

Under you,

under your gaze,

God, your hands

would be perfect play.

And around my throat,

a fucking art display.

Oh now I can imagine

how you'd make me beg.

Stare me down with just one look,

and I'll save it for the secret books.

The ones I dust off on lonely nights.

The ones that get me to the other side.

And I'll bite my lip

so I don't scream your name,

cause that would just be inappropriate.

But right now

I don't think I care.

I think I'd like

to kiss away your air.

And to get back at me

you can hold me down.

Work-like strong,

different application now.

And God, I want to whimper for you.

I want you to see me fall.

I want you to witness just exactly

what you do to me after all.

And just in case 

I want to blush more tomorrow,

I'll remind you what was the final blow.

You told me you could look at me

any way you want.

And it's so true,

I'd be so good for you,

I would've let you have me 

right in that moment.

And here's what I'll tell myself tonight

so I don't have a panic attack:

this could be about anybody.

I mean,

I'd never talk about my friends like that.