Turn Off The Shyness

The back of my eyelids are the best I have to offer on days like this. Soft to the touch and honest.

I love you the most in the A.M.'s... when you're dressed "finals week chic" and wandering towards a glass of water. Sweat pants, and a messy pony tail. There is sincerity in your comfort. Let's test this out and see where we fall. I wrote the answers on the palm of my hand. I swear if you'll just sit next to me we'll make the grade.

I shot true romance in the chest. It was never about me at all, it was competition. Every ring I wear has been stolen or broken. Your heart is my new fashion statement. When I say let's take turns, I mean for the better.

Autocratic hearts and throats. Tongues loving on untouched skin and the words less spoken. These last few weeks have me hoping that you're only blooming when you appear to be wilting on the outside. If it makes it easier, I'm dying to be dearly forgotten, not wrongly remembered.

If I'm going to admit it's all for you it will be our moment. Don't bother sending in your troops to gather Intel. You're aware of my hearts location. Now ditch the anchor, and swim back to me.