You are my perfect pain.
A slow, dull ache that happily resides in the dark chambers of my heart.
It hurts.
It's distracting, unfocusing.
You're maddening as I hold you close.
Like an itch, a fever that can't be ignored.
I cannot sleep for you are the robber of dreams.
An incense-scented insomnia.
When I wake, you are my beautiful, beautiful hallucination.
Seen and never touched.
You are my lovely, self-inflicted, perfect pain.
So, me and my friend Brandon wrote this together, taking turns line by line. I think shared stuff like this is really awesome. I don't remember who wrote what...
It seems you love me,
but only in dreams.
As you drift, my name lingers
on your soft lips.
Seems I'm enough to fill your head
with subtle wonders like a kiss.
Is it really me that makes you burn?
That has set your dreams ablaze?
I've set this fire
that you cannot tame.
No matter how hard you try.
The water fails, turns to steam,
and I'm still left standing.
Burned and branded,
permanent.
Oh, how it must drive you mad.
Yes, you love me, but only in dreams.
So sleep my dear and dream what you do.
Think of me and that fire within.
When you wake, the flames will die
and you'll still be left wondering why.
