A cold sweat hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air and said, “Show me something,”
He said, “If you dare come a little closer.”
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know
Not really sure how to feel about it.
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you.
It takes me all the way.
I want you to stay
It’s not much of a life you’re living
It’s not just something you take – it’s given
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know
Not really sure how to feel about it.
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you.
It takes me all the way.
I want you to stay.
Oh the reason I hold on
Oh cause I need this hole gone
Funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the light it’s hard to know which one of us is caving
Not really sure how to feel about it.
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you.
It takes me all the way.
I want you to stay, stay.
I want you to stay, oh.
I have so been neglecting my page and now that things are starting to get back to normal around here I’ll be back in no time.Until then,I’ll leave you with this handsome photo of two tough guys.
It’s beautiful.
The sunflowers wilting over the edge of my blue milk vase.The pieces of tin foil left in my hair after trying to give myself highlights at 1am.The journal entry that took up five pages using two different colored pens.Empty plastic bottles scattered around our floor waiting to become part of a craft project.That candle that’s been burning unevenly for so long that the wick won’t even catch fire anymore,but we still try to light it.Tantric sex.Prolongingly that moment of heightened pleasure for each other.24 hours of uninterrupted,mind blowing,sex.Flour on all the cabinets that were never cleaned after making pancakes too late at night,or early in the morning.That fake fireplace that continues to roar until someone gets up and turns it off.Knowing how to fix your coffee.The squeeze of a hand hold.
He said he wants to buy me that old plantation home with the boarded up windows.
He’s always watching me braid my hair in the morning.I see him in the mirror.
Fixes things like broken violin strings and bicycle seats and carburetors and squeaky doors.
Wakes up early but loves to stay in bed until I get out.
Has a laugh that screams ‘kiss me!’
He’s a dream.
You make me want to live like i’ve never lived before.
I mean like…really,really just LIVE.You know?
I’ve never felt this feeling.
Where did you even come from anyway?
Opportunities are so amazing.Just the thought alone of our destiny and the choices we make and turns we take to wind up on certain roads and paths and meet certain people and fall in love and break hearts and lean on each other,cry,laugh,kiss,hate.It is a book that I haven’t finished writing yet.Things can go so many different directions and end in so many different ways and it seems so damn beautiful to really think about.If someone had told me a year ago that things would be the way they are today,I would be stunned at the imagination of said person and bet my bottom dollar that they were very wrong.This time last year,up until this very moment,has been the longest most erratic 12 months in my life,and will probably always go down in the books as one of the most surreal years I ever lived.If so much can happen in a year,SO MUCH…then it drives me wild with desire to know what I’ll be doing and talking about on this date in 2013.Goddamn it feels good to grow.
