I'm yours. Forever, for now,
'til then nothing more.
The flight of fleeting feelings,
an "aw fuck it" facade. Your
rule-breaker smile sends a
chariot of chills down my spine
as I use hand-crafted baby
bottles to catch my salty tears.
I blew it.
The candle, the torch,
the belated birthday balloon.
I'm the prick, the pop!
I lay a heap of latex deflated.
Stretch me with your hands,
pull me over your face so
I can feel your smile tickle
my elastic skin.
Sometimes I fear you're
allergic to me, itching as if
I were a rash. Other days
I'm kept not far away,
as if separation might cause
a worse reaction -
the stuff of fatal attraction.
We'll kill each other before
we're through. If you go,
I can't live knowing
of love without you.
Me, the fool who will
follow you to the grave.
You, the sorry soul who
can't escape one stubborn sucker.
I'm yours. Forever, for now,
'til then, and the remainder more.
