Breaking even

I think a couple of the wires in my heart are broke.

Milk.

I don't know what's lovelier, the sound you make when my fingers crawl across your skin, or your persistence to keep me within driving distance. The obviousness of our incompatiblity hasn't gone unnoticed but we forge ahead like thieves in the twilight. You steal kisses off my lips and i hide away the whispers you leave behind on your pillow after a night's session behind closed doors. Leaving you isn't quite the same as running away but that fleeting feeling is all the same. Soon the little drops of anguish will fall off the edge of the bed and start to run together and wash over us. Though far off in the distance, some sort of demise is inevitable. A climactic end to a rise in instances where the night begins with my hands meeting together behind the small of your naked back.

Maybe it's the lilt in your smile highlighted by the invading light of a new morning. Or maybe it's the delicate fists clenched around my jacket collar. Something keeps me from leaving you alone...

And I'm leaving behind more then articles clothing. Every night I shed my inhibitions, I cast a little bit of of my soul behind. And I know your collecting the pieces, tucked away in a sturdy box hidden away in your corner nightstand for future reference.

I'm playing the fool but I'm playing it with purpose so as to resolve what the fateful intentions are of this tryst we've gotten ourselves into. Because it's endured, its endured love that wasnt originally for you, its endured my own expectations, and endured long enough to the extent that I have none left to which I can use for comparison. It's lasted so long that I've even started running out of words and I don't think I have enough left to properly finish what my sinful intentions started.

"There are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it is a mistake is to make that mistake and look back and say, 'Yup, that was a mistake'. So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake because then you'll go your whole life not really knowing if something is a mistake or not."

Genius

"Theres always a large gap between my expectations...

...and reality."