Risks

This is irrational and makes no goddamn sense,

Putting thoughts into words is so hard

And writing thoughts down on paper is confusing,

Because I'm still unsure of where I am to start.

This isn't possible, isn't right. NO.

Irrational and futile conversations 

That have no point in any form of language,

Things that shouldn't be mentioned,

Things that shouldn't be known.

Not yet anyway.

This is complicated and shouldn't be spoken,

Too fast, too complete, too... new.

Can't  wrap my mind around it,

And I don't think I want to anymore.

Life was good when feelings were cold,

And when nothing could be felt for miles.

You're a child. You know you are,

To bring my hopes up and confuse me again,

For as the night advances and darkens descends,

When dreams envelop my sleepy mind,

There's no other place I'd rather be

Than in your sleepy arms.

I don't want to protect you, and fight the world for you,

I have no interest, in hurting them for you.

I would step in your shoes, and take a cut for you,

Give up some sleep to take care of you,

Turn off my cell and spend time with you,

Take off my clothes and have fun with you,

Tear down my walls and open up to you.

I don't want this, it makes me miserable,

I can't stay awake, and my migraine's horrible.

I keep running in circles, my mind makes no sense,

I wish you were closer to fix this.

This isn't normal, this can't be right...

I do really love you, but is it like that?

Nothing makes sense, I want to scream,

The best about you, you're not him.

I guess... it's time to take a risk?

Reviews

[Laura Sparkle]

Darkens as in getting darker :)

[Wolfwind Words]

I like how you are always contrasting the cold and warm facits of emotions. How for some cold is far better, for it's safe. Then when warm bubbles into the picture, it becomes intoxicatingly dangerous and frightening.

In a sense, I got the image of one's heart made of delicate and intricate ice crystals, and that when a warm heart nears it. The frozen patters change and melt and that adds to uncertainty.

I saw let yourself scream, take a the risk but bring along a bag of ice cubes just in case! he he

*third line, third stanza..."Darkens"? Did you mean "Darkness"?

Fabulous ink!