The Storm

You cannot ignore the bass thats runnin through your pours.
Those are not goosebumps, thats me lookin for a way to leave you.
My every breath seeking an escape, you see, you can't be real, a human being cannot be capable of doing so much wrong. You must be a figment of my imagination, a light at the end of the tunnel, dark, so dark that its irremovable like black on skin.

However, must I add, the nights we spent were pure bliss. Euphoricly, you just made me make up a word to describe our time together. Picnics on the grass, the smell of flowers while I fed you strawberries still lingers in my mind like a first date. I'd pick you up from work, we'd have lunch.. On fridays I'd take you out, we would walk down these mean streets like the baddest couple, sometimes I could feel yur heart beat were so close. I wud lay on my bed sunday evenings and feel yur hands preparing my back for the next long week of work. I'd kiss you, I'd make love to you and hold your head with my hand and stare listlessly at your eyes while you looked through mine. I loved you....

You remember when I told you I didnt want to do this, only if I was sure....
Only if you were real...
And then the calm came, you assured me, you were the caretaker of my heart...
What I didnt realize is that
The calm always comes before the storm.

Written 12/13/2007