don't mistake it

my passionate love will touch you but don't mistake it,

For my weakness,

My words are sweet and will put you above every other man,

But don't get it twisted because I know how to move on,

everything about you can be on my mind but

I am not dumb and I am not blind,

I can think of your lips,

I will be down and I will be there

Yet don't mistake it for my unconditional love right from the start.

 I feel deeply, and let it all out,

I give love, I give my sweet attitude....But don't mistake it for me wanting you to be my man.

I know life,

I had the bad boys the thugs........don't mistake my lovely demeanor toward love as an obsession....

I am passionate,

I make love deeply,

I associate sex with love, and I love the thrill of the constant human connection that is not sexual,

Don't mistake me....I have my issues but this is me...don't mistake me.....

mr. irresistable

really no explanation for some types of attraction,

It is just there,

It can't be explained,

Drawn away from what we think we love,

We know what we love when we first see it,

Our true thoughts about a person are usually what they actually are,

Unless one is delusional and their point of view is cloudy,

It can't be explained,

Attraction is instant,

People know,

Human beings know within seconds if they would continue to tolerate a person or not,

Sometimes the toleration lasts a little while

Others times it is instant,

Sometimes the toleration lasts forever and people die together becoming buried under headstones with their names on them,

They are even together in death,

While everyone else moves on,

Dying love is toleration of another,

Dying attraction is the need to constantly know a person until you fall in love with them over and over again.

cool days

On cool days,
I want to be close to you,
Together and close,
Keeping the cold away,
We sit together laughing,
Sometimes sleeping,
Trying to steer the deep breeze out of our way,
The continuous stroke of the waves,
Peer at us in a daze,
As we sit together on cool days,
These days feel like we are floating in mid-air.
On cool days.
.

confusion

I feel the confusion in your bones
I touch the confusion with my hands and separate myself from it.

I want your bad
I want every part of you that is not like me

I touch the confusion within myself
pulling at the strings of desperation
analyze
analyze
analyze
I can feel the separation from what is real right now

I want to love myself
I want my love to be felt
I have so much to give that I give it all too much
The dust is left in the wake of myself

Nothing left.

I like the sickness within myself
I like the threatening direct fact of the knowledge of what I know about you
hidden schema's
take place around me and I don't see them swirling.

who you are

short answers
no long thought out answers
that sucks
I like your answers
Yet I guess I asked for it
Becoming your other
Has made me immune to deepness
Because I don't get your insides
I don't get your thoughts
I get you touch
I get the thoughts of you
I know
I did it to myself
Yet I like your answers
When I get less
I feel incomplete
Yet I can't feel way I have to deny it
Because I am liking you for different reasons than your girlfriend
Does
I like you for who you are not the previous attachment we haven't had
I like talking
Yet now the answers are short
and I don't like that at all
She gets your touch for everyone to see.

come true

deep within
I breathe
I feel you
slowly
and you know me
I uncover myself
And bare my mind
deep inside
I fear the passion I feel
coming and going
thoughts are not valid
they stray
and become worthless as I try to make them come true.

numb

flicker in the brain
dashing thoughts
cold rain
soft silk
rough love
seeping forward
into a dream
of tranquility
becoming one
forgetting love
stupid excuses
abused and absurd
reality
kill the love
and make me numb
scream for tenderness
and leave alone.