Babe you got me to the core

“On the down side, I’m dyslexic. On the other downside, we’re on the wrong one way street anyway.”

I tried not to look back at that car wreck on the way over.
The bodies scattered like confetti on the streets.
Blood and alcohol don’t mix for me.

I still hold out a little hope for these
senseless and guilt ridden tools that
mother earth has bestowed upon my dizzy head.

I’d slink out when I saw your head was turned,
Pressed against a wall and feeling like a snake.

Knowing you knew.
Everything.
About me.

That you can count the pace of my heartbeat
and my breath intake per minute
from across the room.

Well you come over looking for me. &Me looking like trouble.

At the sight of you my skin wreaks of disappointment.
Wish I would dissipate.
Vanish in a puff of smoke.
I feel so small under your eyes.

While you were worried waking,
I was having nightmares that chased me into daybreak.
These spinning rooms wont stop.
These rotting floorboards might give way.

I laugh at death, it can’t touch me.
Sometimes I wish it would.

Please prove that I’m not infinite?
I can’t feel my toes, but I know I’m bleeding.
And the visual is a relief.

You held me carefully, to avoid putting pressure on the bruises,
and my cold skin tingles under your fingers and lips.
Take me.
You have my permission to do what’s best for me,
even if it means dragging me kicking and screaming to it.
We both know its better this way.

Pressed up against you in the dark.
Skin smelling of sweat and love.
*Oh god I love you.  I mean forever.
So keep me.