I never liked cab rides or even the people driving me there
It’s fair to say that you drive me places
Tight yet open spaces
I like this idea of sweet patience
Even though I’m used to rough sensations and the way sensitivity taste
It’s a different pace
I can feel my steel back that was once sour patch blue turn to the reddest hue when I think of you
It’s like the first lick of a blow pop after tasting tears and sweat from the mistakes I regret
I have to admit this tastes pretty sweet
It’s my first time tasting someone without them eating me
I like the way you speak
Lightly
It’s lightning
You’re probably a lightweight in dealing with damaged goods
But I’m willing to let you stretch me and and fix my screws
I liked being used
Even though you might disagree and see this as taboo
I want to be used by you
I want a different perception
And build a connection through sound waves that have built and Enigma of feelings that jolt through
Maybe even concave
Make me break
Shake
Your voice makes me quake
In both an innocent and sinful way
I’m now decisive about what I want to say
I never met someone who can make my anger sway
And my troubles fade
It’s only been eight days
But
My feelings for you are now visible
Colored
Filled
Laid