(Author's Note: This poem can be mistaken for talking about sex, but it is actually about the way love can make you feel and think and act.)


Go slow, as slow as you like. 
It doesn't matter. I don't care. 
It's not like we'll ever make it, 
But we're almost there. 

Both ways are wrong. 
Both ways are right. 
Let them eat us alive;
We won't put up a fight. 

See the cold suns falling
From the shattered sky?
It cracks like glass 
With every tear I cry. 

The sparks are hot, so hot;
The air is on fire. 
Inhale the smoke,
It'll make you higher. 

We don't care at all,
Though we're dying young; 
The night's so old,
But we've just begun. 

We won't get hurt,
No need to worry. 
The ocean is rolling at us
With a fierce fury.    

It's drowning us.
Burying us alive. 
We're dying, love. 
But it's alright. 

The stones are flying
Breaking every bone in our body
We're no one. 
But we're somebody. 

This place is scaring me...
But I want to stay...
Though I know I won't live
To see the light of day. 

Feel it, darling. 
That's my last breath. 
We should of gone right. 
No, we should of gone left.