A Lesson Yet to be Learned

with a touch like that, its hard to believe the truth

eager hands, hungry lips, tender eyes

i can't help but feel loved

your words negate the prior, the love i surmised taunts me

unwanted, unworthy, unappreciated

i'm wanted most all at once

your head strives for freedom, and control of your heart

you want in, want out, want something

we both struggle for control

-no such thing as escape-

Love this Pain

it's just an on again

and off again situation

it's just striking a match

a tank of gas combination

but here i am again lighting it up

knowing that [he'll] just burn me

(Lady Antebellum, Love this Pain)

live is fickle. at one moment it envelops you in ardor, with a hunger impossible to allay. compelled by the unknown, the hunt remains unsatisfied (and yet gratifying). and just as it seems you will parish in a whirl of passion and desire, the radical desire dissipates. in its shadow you lay, striped and deserted- an empty core- expected to go on living your life.

return to me passion, infuse in me a zeal

a purpose which endures, a love worth tears

and a half equally rapt

-but i can't walk away-