For The Confines of Being Commited

Feb 12, 2008 - 07:11 AM PST

the fourth time we made love
i went home and cried
my mother held me in her arms

"four times really means something"
i think im falling for you
not that i had much of a choice
i could never let you go
not even when i wanted to
it just seems to make sense
and that scares me

you caught me off guard
with your honesty
with your caring words
the way you kiss random parts of my face
the way i can hold your hand
and not feel uncomfortable
sleeping beside you is the best feeling of being right

i could never do wrong in your eyes
and that makes my heart skip a beat
but you are selfish in ways
it reminds me that you are human
that we are too much alike

i am terrified of these waves rushing over me
you fill my voids
so sufficiently
but im not sure what i have become
or what to think of it
what made this possible?

tell me this isnt movie magic
make me believe that its real