Heart Burst.

The sound of your voice,
filling up my mouth with words that I can savour;
your bright eyes shining with sincerity,
sometimes I forget,
I let it blaze through me,
sometimes the words get stuck over your tongue and come out all wrong,
uncomfortable fires set alight for a second,
exhale them more clearly and I should have already known.
You're soft like the earth, 
invaluable,
all-encompassing warmth.
Things get misinterpreted,
and feelings burn, tangle, are misunderstood.
You take a piece of me and carry it with you.
Do you feel it circulating in your veins,
almost making your heart burst, like I do?

Wrong.

Everything feels wrong today.


I guess it's that low mood I get in when I've been drinking the night before.
I feel like I'm doing the wrong things;
that I should just go ahead and DO it, even if I'm not sure yet,
that I'm saying the wrong words,
that I'm not good enough,
that I don't try hard enough,
that I should be alone,
that I want to hide away and just sleep.
Do I disappoint you?
My feelings are all askew and I can't seem to direct them the right way; the good ones I know to be there the rest of the time won't stick.
And I feel bad about EVERYTHING.


It's like every inch of me is tingling with this feeling of wrong.

Perfect.

Warm sun seeping though the window
Creases in the bedsheets
and the soft sound of breathing.
You sleepily reach for me
and we lie
skin on skin
arising from dreams.


Steaming tea
and the sound of sizzling
and I'm always in my slippers
and it's fun to always eat the same thing
because it becomes something 
we just do.


Under covers
touching me
I just want to be as 
close as we can be
with you looking down at me
and our bodies pressed together
and I feel perfect.

I wish I was extraordinary enough.