Reluctant to have that discussion on the couch, willing to remain
silent again. How long can this linger? Zipping it up, locking it up
hiding it all away; anything that will make this last. Some things
just don't last.
I'm scared to death I'll lose you, you're the only one I've loved.
I would compromise everything that I hold dear to me, nothing matters
without you. I would shut my eyes and forget everything you've done.
It can't be worse than this.
Scared to death the explosion will kill them both. It's happened twice before
and it hurts worse everytime. No way to control what is said or felt.
The fire is burning fast, and only seconds remain.
And I know that it won't be that long before I'm back again committing
this blissful sin. I'll be at your feet and you won't know i'm there.
But as long as I am with you, you know that I won't care.
The feeling isn't high enough to brace emotions, when everything is
stacking up. But now it's breaking down. The weight that lies upon this
pile is always less than hers. And that doesn't seem to matter.