I’ve been pulled
and pushed around
all my life

Like a rag doll 

And it has ended up

Where I am just
going with the wind

Push me away

Pull me back
close

Mess me around

I dont care anymore

I’ve gotten used to

Being used

the chances of one
single person
knowing a single
thing are as slim
as it is for anyone
to know everything

You can watch a fire
begin with a spark,
so I’ll stand by your side
until I spot a flame.

across the room
our eyes met
they had never met
before

something happened
something magnetic
it drew us
together

in the dim light
our lips touched
a new sensation
encountered

your taste
in my mouth
a shaking moan
perceived

two people
completely different
suddenly became
one