Dopamine Days...
Slide into Nicotine Nights and I'd be lying if I said that I minded having you by my side
It's true
Sometimes I can feel the wings trying to protrude through my spine just so I can muster up enough courage to come fly with you
Get high with you
Touch the sky and.. whatever may be hiding behind it too
Your eyes
Hand crafted by the moon
Your temper
Hotter than the days in June
Your mistakes...
You try not to let them define you
Confine you
Wrap around your conscience and bind you but it's hard
It's hard to walk away and leave the past behind when all you can think about is the demons that endlessly poke at your mind at night
It's true
You told me
That there's no way to replace the void he left in your chest
So you substitute emotions for paranoia
Refusing to get close to me or any other boy or man who weaves stories like children break toys
And how it annoys you to walk around holding poise in your voice knowing poison like him are still alive spoonfeeding glorious lies into other womens' minds
It's true
But I'm not like him
And in due time you'll see what I mean when I tell you I know how to treat the girl of my dreams
The girl who switched my nights with nicotine and traded days for dopamine
I told you that my wings are made of wax and my heart is made of glass so trust me when I say that I know getting close to you is a risk but I'm...
Courageous
My friends call it reckless and outrageous and I tell them that this is what Poets do when they find people like you that leave them Breathless and Brainless
We become drunk Cupids shooting our arrows so aimless as though the blood from our last heartbreak never happened and we were always this stainless
The pain just... Disappears
And I know it sounds weird but being with you makes me forget there was ever such a thing as fear
So with wax wings and a glass heart I prepare to depart toward the star known to others as your smile
Better yet, your laughter
Better yet, everything about you that makes the beats in my chest pump faster
And faster
And faster
Until I master the art of being comfortable with having you as the pinnacle of things that matter to me
Someday,
People will tell stories about the boy who fought kings and
Made things and
Learned to sing and
Grew wax wings all to kiss the girl who had become the Sun
And they'll call him...
Icarus
