Thursday, October 1, 2009

Fuck It

Say, “Back off”
Then drag him closer
My mind is a traitor to my heart
I haven’t a clue what I’m doing

“Let’s take things slow”
Then wear his mouth like lip gloss
My heart is a traitor to my mind
Walking on the skin of my emotions

So confusing
So frustrating
Wanting, needing everything
But too afraid to reach out and touch it

He says, “We’ve got time”
“No decisions to make today”
My head says, “Yes, he’s right”
My heart screams something else entirely

Such a wretched game
A quirky, murky thing
Forever on a shoestring
Twisted into knots

More than I can handle
Unable to walk away
Throw caution to the wind
Fuck it. Just kiss him.

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