Labyrinth of conviction
Your mind is like a maze,
lost in your thoughts.
Your eyes are like a fortress,
hiding emotions of all sorts.
Your lips are sought after,
forbidden and longed to touch.
Your skin an unknown wonder,
left undiscovered too much.
Your hands they pull in,
grasping her body close to you.
The magnetism drawing them together,
who knew.
You enchant with your gazes
and wrap her in your colloquy.
This cavity in her chest beats
desire, pain and hypocrisy.
Growing restless of unspoken emotion
and lack of confabulation.
It cannot be too long before
these ideas are but fabrication.
Infactuation
You are my map when I’m feeling lost.
You are my rock when I’m acting soft.
You are the truth in every lie.
You are the hurt in every tear I cry.
You are the heat between two nervous hands clasping.
You are the sex appeal in ruffley voices rasping.
Falling
I think of how little time it took for them to pledge,
inebriated, besotted and out of their head.
Too soon, too quick, I could hardly comprehend.
To make it less complicated I just went along instead.
Now it feels different, no pressure but no attempt.
Not quite lonely but love is always exempt.
I scare myself that eventually in time I may enjoy the fall.
Whether it’s a month, a year or not at all.
Let’s be inquisitive and ask how we got here, surely it’s not natural to want to disappear.
Rewriting your character and personality traits, erasing your memories and all your past mistakes.
Wanting to be a better person, be somebody new but failing to realise the good only want you for you.
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