The worst feeling
Is being a human in this world
And being misunderstood
By the ones you love.

You are one with yourself,
Picking up your feet
And bringing them to one destination
To the other.

Your experiences are like a snowflake
Different from others in every way.

But when you build yourself off
From those places and events,
You become something.
Someone.
Human.
Different.

The ones you love watch it happen.
But they don't actually see it.
Or feel it.

They become to misunderstand you.

Because when you stand there
Naked with your words,
They tell you,what they think you are.
They tell you, "you don't understand." They tell you all the things you thought you weren't.
They tell you all the things that burn the fire that was long dead many years ago creating a devastation in its wake.

I'm alive and I'm breathing,
And you tell me:
"You don't understand."

Breaths apart.
These eyes could work as one.
Legs
Tied together.
Chest to chest, we couldn't be any closer.
It dawns on me what you mean to me.
I can't leave.

Your fingers trail down my cheek,
Leaving fire in its track.  
I'm burning for more.
I can't leave.

My future,
Didn't involve this place.
I was meant to be with the changing seasons,
The evergreen trees;
In small towns with infinite possibilities.
But I can't leave.

My heart skips a beat.
Two.
Three.

Your face contorts,
You know I'm thinking.
You know my mind:
A thousand thoughts per minute.

You lean in,
As if we weren't close enough.
"Tell me," you say.
Your hand trails down my back,
And I'm liquid to the touch.
You pull me closer.

My head is shaking,
Saying no to more.
I'm getting too attached.

"I can't-"
I try to say.
"I won't leave."

Now, your shaking your head.
You laugh against my neck-
This isn't funny.

You say my name and I'm gone.
*"I go," you say "wherever you go."