Dear Sir

Survive but still be concerning,
or reject the present tense
im frightened not of us
but of the rules I live by
to be with you is ecstacy
breathing butterflies
im shaking in your arms
moments are only winks
im twitching myself to sleep
communication is a foundation
but we have only the writing on the wall
phobic in the false definition
lust is a strong word for caring
its not to be put into words I guess
leaving you imagine what Im certain of
mind is merged
the colors are blending
im left with this bleached canvas
but I am not the artist
you are
let me live in your skin
and feel normal for once
and I will be learning and grateful
thank you

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