I sit in a park.
I wait for a spark.

Searching for something, someone.
Could I see it? I don't know.  
This desire grows.

I look up, it's something from up above.
So I wait, searching, desperate to be touched by love.

I want to take you away from your situation

and put you in my arms on the warm beach.

I wanna wake up to you taking photos of our flowers

and listen to you hum as I sweep the floors of our flower shop.

I want to make us dinner after being on the beach all day

and tell you how pretty you look with sea salted and messy hair.

I wanna watch you paint a picture of our cat and ferret

and make us tea and coffee because we both can’t sleep.

I want to take your hand as we dance in between flowerboxes

and gently lead you around our home as we laugh about the cheesiness of it.

love is my addiction
because: except no.
addiction is my love
because it isn’t
it’s what I hate most
But want more than anything

wanted:
Rm w/ a Vu
of U

My life resonates within the strings of A minor seventh
                                  A tone which gives me a purpose
                     And a chilling down my spine

As it echoes through my fingers
                          up my arms
                                           through my chest
                                                           ­  and into my heart
        
                                                I forget

At least, I really try to. It's been so long since I've touched a girl.
                                        I only remember
                                     how much I wanted
                         somebody to experience life with

           But
How can you experience life
               with somebody whose life has already been
                              completely changed by people you've
                                                         never met?
              
                                     Each string pulls me in closer and closer
                          to complete each set of moves just as I lean in
                     and kiss you, ever so slightly.

                                           And the burning of
                         sensitive flesh, just as if it were the first time,
                             marks the fully fleshed out chord that rings
                         between our heartstrings until only the memory
                      of such a beautiful sound
                                             is left and
                                                     never forgotten.

I miss you’re mouth and you’re hands
I miss you’re eyes and you’re smile
I miss everything about you
I miss our weird talks
To the way you’re hands touch me
I just miss you all in all
I miss you
And
I hope you miss me

I'm just some tragedy
Who absentmindedly
Thinks of what could be
When truthfully
You probably want nothing
To do with me
Its just my fantasy
To dream of what cannot be
Cause darling you don't love me
So pardon me
If i take my leave
And let you continue living happily

Your eyes are divine
If i could i would stare in them all day
I long to be yours
I long to call you mine
But then i realize that could never happen
For we are polar lines
Never to touch
Only watch as the days carry on

You seemed lonely that day,
Or perhaps it was wishful.
Swept free in a crowd.
Surrounded by everything,
And nothing in peculiar,
Reaching out, laughing.